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MELODIES. 




ILLUSTF^TED BY 


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NEW EDITION. 








LONDON: 


LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, AND LONGMANS. 




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PREFACE, 



An earnest wish having been expressed by my Publishers 
that this new Edition of the Irish Melodies should be 
accompanied by a few prefatory words, I have readily 
yielded to their request ; though so frequently have I 
been called to this very welcome task, that all I can say 
upon such a theme, without degenerating into mere 
needless egotism, must have been long since exhausted. 



On the poetical part of this work, it is not for me to 
give an opinion. Whatever may be its merits, to the 
music they are almost solely owing. It was, indeed, my 
strong desire to convey in words some of those feelings 
and fancies which music seemed to me to utter that first 
led me to attempt poetry. Thus song was the Inspiring 
medium through which I became initiated into verse. 
Whatever merit there may be in interpreting the voice 
that spoke in my country's music, lending it a vent in 



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verse, and bringing home to other hearts besides my own 
the various feelings, sad, gay, or impassioned, with which 
it teems, to such merit I may perhaps, proudly pretend. 
But the whole source and soul of the Irish Melodies 
lies in their matchless music. As I have already said in 
song, I was only as the wind to the sleeping harp, and 
" all the wild sweetness I waked was its own." 

I shall only add, that I deem it most fortunate for this 
new Edition that the rich, imaginative powers of Mr.: 
Maclise have been employed in its adornment ; and that, 
to complete its national character, an Irish pencil has lent 
its aid to an Irish pen in rendering due honour and 
homage to our country's ancient harp. 

THOMAS MOORE. 



*%* The designs are in facsimile of the original drawings, and the text 
is engraved by Mr. Becher's process. 




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I 1 mot Ms maaiie, let it sleep ii 

ere e©ld and unhonour 9 ri]i Ms relies are lau 
Sad, silemtg and lark, ibe the tears that we slued.. 
As tie might -dew thai falls ©m the grass © 9 er 



Bunt the night-dew that falls 9 though in silenee it weeps, 
Shall Ibrightem with verdure the grave where he sleeps % Sp)^ 
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls.-, 
Shall long keep Ms memory green in ©ur souh , 




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^ ken pleasiu e . like tike miibni-lrt lower 
IL :i< sec a j ii § tin e eye i ii |M , 

bl for sobs [' might , 

A.B I m an 3L§ wh i".' i ■. "^ i - the am a, 
I is 1 bless tin ese hour.- 

1 hat bea.mil y i a were 

'Tis them their - i g] 

C'L. stay, >tay 9 — 

Joy g seM e ■ ■■- aves-a 
Like fids "t -might, that n>h<, 9 ti§ ; 
To break its Imks § §©©m.o 

I ' f u et 9 that played 

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i ley e<t 
Yet still, Eke somls of mirtli, "began 

To Ibura wken nigkt was near,, ■ 
And tkms, sliomld woman's keart and looks 
At moon, ke cold as winter lbrooks, 
Nor kindle till tke migM, retmirnimg. 
Brings tkeir genial kouir for fomrningo 

• Ok! stay, = Ok I stay,— 
Wfot mi «li'l aiommimg ever kreak. 
And find smek beaming ey 
As tkose tkat sparkle kere? 




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to tike floweipg 
Is always i tom«]k 9 d by time tl nag 

Bui • . 3ule=- 

b Guar pil | i r 

Tlaa : 

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®$U?1T-f is mot im tike wide world a Talley so sweet 

inat Tale im wkose Tbosomi tiie Ibrigkt waters ioieet ," 
UL I tike last rays of feelimg amd life mimst depart 9 
Ere tke Mooia of tlkat Talley sliall Ead« Brora nay lie art., 



Tel" it was mot tlkat matraire kai slued! o'er tike seeme 
Her pmrest of crystal amd IbrigTkteslI cmF gre.em g 
'Twas mat ker soft miagie of streamlet or hilL, 
Dili mo=? it was sometkimg raore exquisite still „ 

■ '- , i.iii ■ iu Lot 3 o>f icay Tbosomig were mear.g 
^yHko miade eTei°y dear sceme of emeliamtmiemt miore deai° 9 
i o felt Jkow tli of matmre iiupF©Te 9 








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-l w a beam o'er tke faee ©f tke waters may glo 

^Vlkile tke tide rams im darkmess amd <e<t 

S © tike ekeek may Tbe ting *d witk a wanna suimmy smaile s 

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Tk© nek tke colcl 



Ome fatal remueaaibramee, ©me sorrow tkat tkrows 
Its kleak skade alike ©°en.* ©mr j©ys amd oirwoes, 
T© wki ek life m©tkimg 'darker ©rkrigkter ©am kriiii e> 
F©r wkiek joy luas m© kalmi amd affli©ti©m m© stimg= 

Oki tkis tktrtigkt im tke miidst ©f emj©yinaemt will sta^ 
Like a dead 9 leafless kramek im tke §iiiMiiijaeF''s krigkt ray § 
Tke keamis ©f tke wanmi sum play round it im vaim 
It niiay simile im kis light, knit it klo©miis m©t again* 




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and rrirt- wers tike gems slue w©pe 9 
And ai bright gold ring on her wand she lb ©re 
Bnt b1 . kc j beauty ^ras far "beyond 
Her sparili; -jor snow-whxte wamd 

Lady] dL« ar to stray 9 

So loiae and loTely through this bleak way s 
Are Erin's sons so good or so eof; 
\ § aot to be tempted by woiin »r i Id 



Sir Kjaigktl 9 feel not the least alarm, 
o son of E rim will offes nan kai°33Q.2= 
i thongh they loye woman and golden st« pe 9 
Sir ILnighti they love homonir and virtue more . 




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IBrigfa.i links ha 11 t tc, 

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Pen- - _ ly soul 

- - I ail W. eye tin 
L©ng - 

i i : the her ' - gnwe 

''" e'xw fa ii'm v ... c ~ a ys - " 

By§s 
i.~-^z"^ krigltf naxaf- 
LigM o' 5 er Am lai is fled 
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- i y, «sr hope fha nmefliL? 

■ sightly H ws the tear, 
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Quench* d are ©w Ibeac©n lights— 
Th©u 9 ©f the Hundred Fights " 
Thorn., ©n whose lauraing tongue 
Truth 9 peace, and freed© in hung!" 
Both niutej^but long as valour shineth. 
Or merey's soul at war repinetli 
S© long shall Erin's pride 
Tell how they MVd and die« 






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ear t© nie the lnour wlien (daylight dies, 
And sunlbeanis inelt along the silent sea 9 
For then sweet dreams ©f other days arise. 

And memory "breathes her vesper sigh t© tliee* 

And, as I wateh the line ©f light, that plays 

Along the smooth wave towVd the Tbnrning west 9 

II long to tread that golden path of rays , 

And think 'iwould lead to some "©right isle of rest 








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'xi.\iv,tll lie . li iu res tkee 9 has le: hue name 

Of ikis famiM ami ikis sorrow i 
CDhJ say "wilt thorn, wn kemthey i .t'axue 

Df n Li'- that for the« - i-pjil^' 3. 

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Thy tears - ee ° 

For flrri^fii Earn "witmesSg tikoTi - ■ - them 9 

3 have Tbe en hmt t u [ i fantkfkl t« t . 1 1 ■ > ■ 



"^ ith thee wen bu 3Ln°« - i f my e arili e si love -; 

ETtry "tlioiigM ofiaT]REas« a- ats tki 
Ixi may last Innoaible prayer to the Spirit aibovi 

THky name shall be mimg] with aaime , 
Dm Mest are tike lovers amid friemd§ who sUnall live 

The ilays off thy glory to §<t 
But the mest Nearest blessing that Heaven can give 

Is the pride n>f thus lying ft r thee 















\tM im cleatli I stall calmly recline 9 

D lb ear hut lie art to hit iiii^tress 
Tell Iker it liv'tl ipoi smiles and wine 

Of tlie Brightest ]kiie 9 wMle it limger'cl iier 
Bicllier mot slued ©me tear of sorrow 

To stiIIy a Uncart so "brilliant amrl ligM % 
Burt Tbaloirv ill-ops of tike red grape "borrow, 

To Tbatlie tlie relic fromi miorm till might „ 





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WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK 



U-Hiif Tbaelk ike virgin page, 

White amcL immwrittem still % 
Some iiaxu.L more ealiia and sage 

Tlie leaf nnist fill,, 
TliougMs couae, as pure as MgM 

Pure as even . require j 
But, ok! eaek wortl I write 

ILove turns to fire 



ITei let lue 1\ t 1 ep> tlie boots 
Ui't skall iut heart renew 
.em on its leaves I look, 
ID ear thought- ufvonio 



Liie yom 9 too bright and fail' 
To let wilcl. passion "write 
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iy wkem froaai tkose eyes 

Far, far away 1 roam, 
-SlioiilcL calmer tkonigkts arise 

To - - dm ni Ikorae ° 

Taney ma - ^ trace some line, 

^ artky tin i i yes to meet, 
Tkoiigkts that not Ibiirn, knit stin 

Pmre, calm, amd sweet « 

And as, o'er ocean far, 

- -rumen tkeir records keep, 

t f some MclcLen star 
Tkrongk tke cold deep % 

So may tke words I write 

Tell tka rums I stray = 





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aaaay roaasa thro 3 this "ui-Ll., like a ehiM at a feast, 
^ ho bul sips of s the res 

lea§ - b grfl w IfDill iii tl 

We may order omr "wings amdLTbe off to tin 
But if he arts pes mile, 

Are th ies, 

e meveip he eil leave le, 

Tot- sensitive hearts, amncl 

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Thro' this "wori tier easfo 

up to the smile of Iran- v» and, 

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The clouds pass 9 d soon 
From tike dhaste cold moon 




.eaven snail d again with lier vestal flaine : 
J: art none will see ilie tl 
Wlien tike clouds sliall pass away , 
tlnat dark komr left upon Eveleems tfaine , "S./ 




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reinemoer tiro.© 

Ere ker faitkless sons 
When Malacki wore tke collar of g« 

WHct lie worn from, ker proud invader, 
When ker kings, witk standard of green MnferiPd, 

Lei the Med-Branck Knigkts to danger?— 10 
Ere tlie emerald gem. of tke western world 

Was set in tine crown of a stranger „ 

©n Eougk Neagk's kamk as tike fiskeraian strays , 

Wken tke clear cold eve's declining , 
Me sees tke round towers of otker days 

In tke wave keneatk kim skinlng % 
Tkiis skall memory often, im dreams sulblinie, 

Catck a glimpse of tke days tkat are over? 
Tkiis, sigking, look tkrongk tke waves of time 

For tke long -faded glories tkey c« 




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iyjLe 9 lbe tli© roar of tky water 9 

', ye Ibreezes.j your 
■e., ioiirnjiuiia ag ma« ■ imnnifin]lly 9 Lir's lomek 
Tells to tke migkt-star ker tale of woes . 

em sliall tlie swam, lier <deatk-m>[/l e j i i • 
Sleep, witkwimgs in darkness fmiM . 
Wkem will keayem, its sweet Tbell rimgiu g , 
Call any spirit tj-om this stormy worlcl 

t 9 oli rvIoTle., to "Hit wim4ej*-waTe weeping. 
Fate bids mae Ian guisk long ages away* 
"Yet still in lier darkness dotk Erin lie sleeping. 
Still lotk tke pmre ligkt its dawning; delay.:. 

Lid lay-star 9 milily springib 
Warm our isle witli pn ace andl©T< 
Wkem will keaven., its sweet bell ringing , 

Call HIT Spirit to *^"° ft'oH'<ll« s?ilk,rw,P. r 







'vL'-O Wit 5 send round the Trine , and leave points of "belief 

T© sinipleti a §ages 9 and reason! I ls° 
This moment's a flower too fair andfeiief , 

To Ibe wither 9 d and stain'd Tby the elm si of the schools, 
"Yonr glass may ibe purple, and mine may he felme , 

1'hii t ; while they are fill 9 rlfronn the sarnie feright bowl. 
The f©©l, who would quarrel for differ pmee of hue , 

Beserves not the comfort they shell o'er the son!,,- 

Shall I aslk the Tbrave s©ldiei\,wh© fights fey inv side 

In the eamse of mankind, if ©iir creeds agree? 
Shall I give np the friend 1 have valued and tried. 

If he kneel not feefore the same altar with me 
From the heretic girl of may soul should I fly 9 

To seeh somewhere else a more orthodox Mss ' 
perish the hearts, and the laws that try 

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Was tike wairnin | tba I I ■ i be i poke, 
was ike moment wken ■ ' awoke 

3L revenge from ilie c o>nq[meror 9 § ekaiis 
Liberty J let md b i - | i i i bta^ em 
I ill e ,li]ke a breeze , o'er i rest= 

1 ■ • < . yn mil iLd c k t o ek ek § nn 

i , ©k 9 be tke Skamwi p] Ld ■ : > 
Wkile yon add to Tomr garlai 3 e of Spain 



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Ii! €kt faunae n>f o>nr ffatkei - , I i k'dwitk tkeii rigkts 

Iff de f ei1 be a td 9 and smsj i tain s 

Tken 9 ye men i x Iberia dtdd i u i - tike same .. 
Ami ill' may bis tomb ■ and! a name 9 c\<^f)^ 

Wko wonM as! fou a dm blei ,a \m lio i 3Leatk 9 

T ban I ' i i ■ ! i i lag - ■ t« yictory s lbr« 

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©mnels 9 whose 
ke green Mils of tJkeir yomtk 9 anion 
Tkat repose wMek, at k©Mie 9 they kad 
Join, join in ©nr k©pe that tike flanniw., 
yet ini Erin 9 as ©aim, and 
And forgive even AlM©n wliile Musi 
Like a truant, ker swoi*d 9 in tke 1 
Of tke Skaioroek of Erin am- 




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(Bod prosper tke cause J=©k 9 it eann©t knit tkrive 9 
Wkile tke pMse of one patriot keart is alive 9 
Its dev©ti©n to feeL and its rights to maintain % 
ken 9 kow sainted lb y s©n°©w 9 its martyrs will die 
Tke finger of (Glory skall point where tkey lie ° 
While 9 far fromi tke footstep of coward or slave 9 
Tke young spirit of Freedom skall skelter tkeir grave 
Beneatk Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain) 



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Is i '-■■-. im 9 

''■_-■' raflives item oa § crmio 

Eris itrs 

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ies 9 ' arelessly samillmg d Fame = 
He was Tborm for munch more pier 1 tops 

Hi- sonnl ...uiyMkave Unarm' 1 with a holier flame . 
The string, that mow lamgraishu 5 loose 'ep the hire, 
Might have heart a ppond bow tc the warrior's dlart 

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3ut alas for Ms country £=■ her pride is gone by, f IpyL^. 

And that spirit is broken, which never would bend° 
QW the ruin her children in secret inoust sigh. 

For 'tis treason to love her, and death, to defend., 
Unpriz'd are her sons, till they've learned to "betray ° l§ 

Umdtstinguish'd they live, if they shame not their sires : 
And the torch, that would light them thro dignity's way, 

Must be eaught froni the pile, where their country expires! 



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Then Mame not the hard, if in pleasure's soft dream, 

He should try to forget, what he never can heals 
Oh t give but a hope— let a vista but gleam 

Through the gloom of his country, and mark how hell f 
< t instant, his heart at her shrine would lay down 

Evi - - . , i inrs'd, every Miss it ador 9 d° 

While the myrtle, now icily entwind with his crown. 

Like the wreath of Harmodins, should cover his sword. 



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But the' glory he gone, andth© 9 hope fade away. 
Thy name, loved Erin, shall live in his songs ° 

Not ev'n in the hour, when his heart is- most gay, 

Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrongs » 

The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains ° 
The sigh of thy harp shall he sent o 9 er the deep, 

Till thy masters themselves, as they rivet thy chains , 



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Wkem Wealth ami Wit ©mee stood, 
■ Tkey asTk'A'liCT, "wkiek might pass ? " 




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TTkniSg Mary, The lb at tkoa may wm % 

Wkile Ibrigkter eyes amkeetledplays, 
I'll love tkose nioomliglit looks alone, 

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W Tke tbiy kad sunk in dim skowers 9 

But luidjiiigkt low, witk lustre meet 
tiumib' a. am tine pale flowers. 
Like tope up ©in a inomnaer's ekeek 
I said (wMle 
Tike in o on s smile 



Play'd © 9 er a stream., in dimpling Miss,) 
" Tike ilioob looks 
44 ©B niaiciT brooks 9 
Tke Tbrook can see b© mooi kilt tikis \ 
And tkus, I tkoBgkt, ow fortunes rm 

For maBT a lover looks to tke e 

WMle ok! I feel tke re is knit turne, 

O77? Mary in tke world for snae 





C([mPf1Ti daylight was yet sleeping Hinder tlie Ibillc 
And stars in tike heavens still lingering shone 9 

Yomng Kitty, all Mmshing, rose iip fromaher pillow, 
The last tinie she e 9 er was to press it alone „ 

For the youth whom she treas Hired her heart, and her souil in,, 
Hadl promised to link the last tie "before noon % 

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen 
The -maiden herself will steal after it soon„ 

she look'd in the glass, which a woman ne'er misses 

Nor ever wants time for a sly glance or two, 
A Tbmtterfly" fresh from the night -flower's kisses, 

Flew over the iiairror, and shaded her view,, 
Enrag'd with the inseet for Mding her graces, 

She Thrash 9 d him=-he fell, alas % never to rise i 
"Ah! sn eh, 9 'sail the girl, 6i is the pride of omr faces 

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Jkile sle stole tiro tie garden, where le ants -ease ll 

was growing,, 
Sin 'i I some, ibA lis? I fallem iew: 

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er laste, si® mam p it tt 

P'"i n kilo er tie roses to© earelt I I imimg 

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-M'lile j ts meamimg}, jliSl 

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r- Ms ~- ateli-fix-e" .- i'n<liiK' embers **• 

Mow 'fixe Socman 9 § eHneelk turns white,, 
WTm teajrf that field ff'emera.Tbers-,, 

Where we tamieitl Ms tyrant might 

..'- ETer let Miq bind again 
A • liain.-, like that we Ibrohe fi i m 

th« Ji .1 .■ if e >mTbat ralls = 
JE 3* e "tii e g b1 3je enimg i alls , • 

Mamy a heart that now heats Mgln , 
In .slumb.i-T Gold i kt shall lie , 

Mar wakei even at viet ry'g 5©manl; = 
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fli||lt|t elos'd.aroTiLBdtke eomqiLeror's way , 
Ami ligktmimgs skow'dtke distant kill , 
Wkere those wko lest tkat dreadfal day, 
Stood few ami faimt 9 Tbwt fearless still., 

9 tke patriot's zeal, 
For ever <d]ImBi : 'd 9 f©r ever eirost— 
©k! who skall say wl 

WTkem all Ibmt life amd komomr's lost? 

Tkelast sadkouir of freedom's dream, 

And valour's task, amoved slowly Tby , 
WMle mmte tkey wateFd^tiEmorairng's keaiiii 

Skomldiise and give tkemiligkt to die = 
?§ yet a wori/1, where sowls are free, 

Wkere tyrants taint mot matmre 9 § Tbliss %= 
If deatk tkat world's Ibrigkt ©pending Ibe , 

Ok? wko would live a slave in this? 



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§||! bub me sup to. i' brurht little Uele 
.u -f our umi, 




iPJH ] liaise s^me bright little isle of our bwuu, 
Ita blue smnamer aeeam,far aff and alone. , 
Where a leaf mover flies in the -till blooming bowers, 
Amdthebeebanipnetg mthromgha! ■ i He year of flowers? 
Where Hie sum loves to pause 

With 5© fomd a ielay, 
That the in -lit n>mly Ira - 
A tl u 1 vn il o'er tha 
Where simply to feel that we breathe, i live, ^pFl| 

Is -worth the bestjoy that life elsewhere earn give 

There, wi1 - ever ardent and pure as the elime , 

We should love , &§ they lov'«3 Lm 1 i est g Mem times 
The glow of the smmshime,tlie balm of the air, 
1 ' mM - 1 e ail t b our hearts, aad make all summer there , 



-From dec lime as the bowers, ' 
Amd, with hope .like the bee, 
Living always om flowers, 
©mrlife should resemble a lomg day d! Eght, 
Amd omr death eomae om,holy and ealmi as the miglt 






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JjJtlb grief and thronigh. danger tiny smile hat 
eikeer'd my way 9 
hope seem 9 iito Tbnid from eaek thorn that round 

nae lay % 
darker ©tu° fortune, tike "brighter ©tut pmr 



shanie into glory, till fear into zeal was tuirn « 
slave as I was, in thy arms my spir 
d tie ss'd even the sorrows that made me more 



D.ltaclise "RA . 




TIlt rival was kom d hi ' i, while thou Wert wromg'd 
and scora 9 d, 

TIit crown wa* L.d J briers, wkile gold Iker Throws' 



gl^e -■-■ [ ? 3 me to ieniples, wkile ikon lay'st lad in 

eaves, 
Her friends were all masters, ■while tlnime, alas! were 

slaves I 
Yet Bold in ike eartk, atiky ffeet,IwoinLLdratiker be, 
Tlieffi ~ r ed wLrrt ■ t, '~r -hirii on- "fli '"a edit iroia 



^O 



They slander tkee sorely, who say tky vows are ^ 



il— 
H&dst thorn Ibeem afalse B>me 9 thy eheek had 1 .VM 

less pale- 
Tkey say,t , so long Ulou kast rora tkose lingering 
chain s , 

Tkat deep in tkv lieart -tkey kave printed their servile 

stains — 
OkJ Pomlis the slander 9 .== no ehain eomldtkat soml 

>ij Lidne=- 
Wkere skin elk tJiy spirit, there liberty skinetht 






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W. Taylor. 




: ri. L . I a rose fair—- elheefe .ie san 

WMle jker sea-beauties graeefmlly form'cJ 

i at loose, malt 

. ■ . : fs spell 



row's saw 

dlidlst divide 

I , 



W tip mi 



,'■''■ : 

Y i ? pride ar« 'er 

il ekal 
id y l arc amem mo more 

i i - iearl Imtu bin 
Tine sage's tomgmc ' Limvaim 

©Hi/. i nl ©nee tlay flame katJi fl.e<fl 

It Iie-'ET H-g Mil . 





D.Maclise. E..A 



F.P Becker. 




?E1T :Harp of hit Commtry! im darlkmess Ifoiimdtlbee, 

Tike eol4 eliaim of silemee liadlkiimg o''er tikee long;," 
Wliem proudly, hit own Island Harp, I uimbommdtlb.ee, 

And gaTe all tliy elkords to Uglst, freedom, amd somg I 
Tike warni lay of Iotc amd tike ligM mote of gladness 

tlky fondest, tlky liveliest tiurill % 
But, so oft Jkast tliom edkoedtlie deep sigli of sadness, 

Tlaat ev'm im tlky inmrtli It will steal from ti.ee still , 

Dear Harp of may eommtry I farewell to tliy mmiulbei's, 

Tliis sweet wreatli of somg is tke last we sliall twime I 
[Jo, sleep n itlh Oie smmsMme of Fame ©mfliT slmimlbt]*^., 
Till touieli' 1 1 by so qjqc liamd less mmwortliy tliam iiaime ? 
If tike puilse of Hip patriot, soldier, or l©Ter 9 

HaTe tlkroM/d at omr lay, 'tis tlky ylory alome % 
|I was hui as tike wind, passing Ikeedlessiy ©Ter, 
a^i Amd all tike wild sweetness I wak'd was tliy own. 



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F. F. Be 




't|» tke lavs are g©me 9 wkem Beamty IbrigM 
ekaim 
Wkem nmy ireamiu of life, from miiorm till might 
: i § love , still love „ 
New kope may klooina, 
Amd clays may eomnie, 
.miller calmer Tbeam, 
, ■ i ' motkimg kalf so sweet im life 
As l©ve"'s yonimg dream.2 
No, tkere's motkimg kalf so sweet in life 
As love's youimg Ire ami „ 



TW tke Tbard to purer fame may soar, 

Wkem wild y©iiitk'§ past I 
Tk©' lie win tke wise,wk© frowm'd kef ore 
To smile at last ° 
He 3 11 never meet 
A j ( . j $ i ' sweet, 
Im all Ms moon of lame 9 
rVs wkem first Ike suing to wo mam's ear 

His soul-felt flame , 

Ami, at every elose, slue 

Tke ©me lov'd mame <> 








ik primed l&i ;' 



s 



P lark Hi''- Bin i -., to-day t 

And smile tkrongk »mr 'tears, like a smnkeami in skows 
Tkere never were kearts, if oir rulers w©uld lei tke an, 
More form 9 & to Tbe grateful and blesl tkan ours,, 
IB ut ju si wken tke eka 
Has ceas'd t© pain, - 
Ai - : i 1 - ' i o i ■ i > 1 . i ' c3 i\ romm tl witk flowers 9 

Tliere eonies a new link 
©mr spirits to sink= 
Ok? tike 1 07 tkat we taste, like the light of tine poles, 

1 5 a flask amid darkness, too krilliant to stay % 
Biit 9 tkougk 'twere Ike last little spark in our souls, 
We must ligkt it up now, on ©ur Primee's Day,, 



(Contempt on tke minion 9 wk© calls you 
Tko 9 fierce to your f©e,to your 

And tke trifoliate most kigk to a k< 
3^ love from a keart tkatl©ve 



'D.ajaclise E &.. 





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■ i I B« &KiL§ 9 win© bl . . 
If ©in fame, tout x-igM, 
Would &krh i the Maze of the "battle an-n ■ 

The Standard ©£ Green 
In fe onl -would lue seen 9 = 
Oil, my life on ^otit faith i were yon snL33Q3!Q©m 9 d 
this idimmte , 
Yom'd east BTery hitter ffemaeBilbramee away, 
An 1 -Li >w what flue aran of old Erin La- in it, 
- il by iLe £©e 9 on lier Princess Day , 

He L "' - .!• [ reem Isle, amdhis love is rei urdedL 
Im hearts^ wMeh have sirffe' Vl to© cameht© Foipgel 
Amil hope shall Ibe crowm'tiL, amd attachment w 
3 Emm's -a^ jubilee shine out ^f\ . 
Tiie gem may be broke 
, By many eo jtrok<i , 

But Bthimg el i 'ays 

Jineirr will i 

A), y h ,— 

Ai fl thms ,1'—. ' i '" aurt, 

, ' , | : . , , i ' . ill jJLe« 

: M-L bea: - gijHEeii [pa 

, ■ - i • : n>i i Pa I ee'§ D)ay ° 




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©M 





Jj Msdise E..JS-. 



y Moras lid that seldom rises J -illlaS?^^!! I 
y its loots, Ibmt every oie, 
Like mm expected light, surprises! 
Oh. a may Nora (Creina, dear, 
I'l My gemtle 9 Ibaskful Mora Crei 
Beauty lies 
maaiay eyes, 
^^^OjBut Love in yours, my Mora Crejjn. 

"^^^^••<LA ~ E.P, Becker. 





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©$) t!i it ij'-iln\ hiluH'.c irlonmp §h®u? 



1J)|3 i k©s<e glo©: ly ^jore 

'^jH'Vf' tike elMff hangs MgTk anil steep, 
5T®TiBjnLg 5 .vi at I evio stole to sleep . 
* Here 9 at least ''he calmly said. 
Wo a ' '' ! - hall imd my 

: L n -i ., .,1 s a i ,: j HtHe 
WThat tlnatwily §es earn i©„ 






"Twins from KatMeem 9 s eyeske 

yes of most w. 
Ske kadloVM Mm well ami long, 

sk'i Mam Iicfs, nor tkoiigkt it wrong 
eresoe'ei tke §>aimt would fflLy, 
Still lie keard ker ligkt foot nig 
I ' ,-, g i , 1 1- i i , ■ § I , wkere 9 er ke tuna 1, 
| j,rr eyes before khm buim/ilL 



On like boM eliff 9 s kosoim cast, 
|nfl mow ke deeps ail last ; 
Dreams of keaVm, mior tkimks tkat e'er 
Woman 9 s simile eamkaiimt kinn tkere , 
But mor eartkmor keavem is free 
Lei power, if fond ske be 
In Lie i aliffl ke sleeps, 
Katkleem o'erkiimle 1 weeps.. 

Fearless ske kal track? .3 his feet 
To tlais sm ' '■ ' ' feat " 

And wkea luionaimg met Ms view. 
Her mild glamees imet it 1 

i i tare cruel kearts 

Sternly from Ms bed ke starts, 
Ami witk rade,repmlsive skock, 
Hurls ker from tke keetlimg rocko 






1 ' se. P-A 



"W. Taylor. 





Tinas his MLenioipy, like some holy ligl 

in our hearts., will improve tJtieia, 
Fop worth shall look fairer, and truth more hright, 

W'heia we thiiah how he liv^dTbiat to love them., 
AnwLas fresher flowers the sod. perfiime 

Where hmrietl saints are lying 9 




D ~MacTi.se. E..A. 



P. P. Becter. 




Love stood Bear line Novice amd listen 9 3L 9 
And Love is bo B©viee im talking a Mai ° 
is lamgMng Tblne eyes soon with piety glisterfd? 
His rosy wing tiuurai'd to heaven's ©tyb tint , 

' P in© ttoiiIiI tfflve "Hi©Bgkt.,"ili'e uu-'C-liin aie?, 
"That Love eomild so we!l 9 so gravely cHisgidse 
His wandering wings, aindwomndimg eyes?" 




Love b©w warams thee 9 walking and sleeping,, 
"Young Noviee 9 t© hiitim all thy i ri - i ■-■ i " rise,. 
i iges the ikeawnly fount with his weeping 9 
i brightens the censer § flame witl In 
Love is tie Saint eiishrirfd in 'Hit Tbreast 9 
And angels themselves would admit smeh n 
If he eaxae to them i lofti 9 31 in Pi e h 






F P Becker. 




{ 

and lbri gW fall tke swift sword of Erin x 
©n kirn wk© tke lb rave sons of Usna lbetray 9 d 
For i ■ ■ ■ i^ye Ike katk waken d a tear in, 

A drop from Ms keart -wounds skall weep o'er 

By ike red cloud tkat kmng over (Conor's dark dwelling, 31 
¥§ lien Ulad's three ekanipions lay sleeping in gore- 
By Ike MIL war, wkiek so often, kigk swelling 
Ha-- <<ltkese keroes to victory's si 

: Ear t© revenge tkem2=no joy skall "be tasted, 
Tke kaipp skall Ibe silent, ike maiden unwed, 
I >uur kails skall Ibe mute and our fields skall lie wasted, 
Till vengeance is wreak 9 d on tke naurderer's kead., 



ITes,. nionareki tTh ' sweet are our konae recollections, 
Tkougk sweet are tke tears tkat froni tenderness 

Tkougk sweet are ©nr friendships, our kopes, our affeeti.©n§i 
Kevenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all I 






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at % hn w t$ t\s ftouOTi 






it*©— WW iu I file fl weret, 

■ -a lie looks for h 
TLx ; mgh the leaves thai embower it 

That, may love, HI be 1 









^J{|-fo=Y\ Lai lie hank, with vie i 
aves that waau 
- - - 
Tiat 1*11 be tc y« n, may Id ai 






t 1 -fr= 1 ill tii - -."' - - -i i v 

W h ' ' ; . fcs are' g one 

A; the kiss is over, 

Faithless bro» is Trill 










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ay, if Blowers - heir looks 

■ may ianis : a as " , 

ot right, that bees aiul brooks 
Shomldl • | 'ia., while they may. 



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jf^%f is far from -flue lam! where ker yonng ker© deeps 

Ami lovers are rcrnmcL her, sighing 
But coldly ske trams from their gaze, and weeps, 

For ker heart in Ms grave is lying ., 



Ml. LI 



§ke In.® m.4 wiBgot IkeFdearia'to 

Eve rv note whiek ke lov'd awaking ?= 
Ak S little ike-? think who delight in ker strains , 

How the keart of Ike Minstrel is "breaking.. 

Me kadliVd f©r kis Love, far Ms eomntry ke died, 

Tkev vfere all that to life kail entwin 5 5L him % 
N©r §©©n shall ike tears at kis ©©miitryke dried, 
i • ■ ■ i g mil Ms love stay hehind Mm ., 

Ok t make ker a grave where tke. snnbeams re t, 
Allien tkev promise a glorious morrow % 

TkeVll skine © 9 er ker sleep like a smile from tke^West, 
From ker own loved island of sorrow., 






pra, tell m t wl iter. 



9 C" 

tell nit an I . lear 9 tkat the goMet Jrowml 
m i Feeling, Bine fou 1 regret = 
nie, a few tsf tlay angry frmwrns 
■all Pye sunk in Its brlglkt whitc veto 










U^tt.'umimJ'fl.pa^ 





tk -mil) h.tnir $t flight 



-i l the miilioTttT af mighl . -• ■ .1 1 < ■ , 1 stars are w«']m ag, I fly 
IT© the lone vale e ! i >v 9 dl , • Inem life shone " arm i bv©S 

And I thmk r ft., if sj> ! ■ in steal froua the regions 

f -air., 
1 revisit past scenes of delight, thorn vrilt B©:ncie 
to issue there, 
tell me ©iarl©ve is rememalber 9 d 9 eve3iim tke sky 

T h Ban I sira g tin e wil '1 son a '+ . . , i § once smell pleasure it 
WJkem ©mr voices Bommimglimg hrea i i j Che ear? 

And, as Eeh© far uff thr©mgh the vale my sat! Drig 

rolls, 
I think, all any l©ve I tis thy v©iee from the Eimg- 
i.©iDQ of Somls," 
Faintly answering still the motes that once were s© dear.. 









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ife is all clUevijmer'iflLwi' 

That chase oae another like wayes of th 
Each ©rightly or darkly, as onward it flo 

Reflecting ©nr eyes, as they sparkle or 
So closely ©w whiias on ©if miseries ■ 

That the laugh is awakd ere the tear 
And, as fast as the rain -drop of Pity is sh 

The goose -plumage of Folly can turn 
Bnt pledge me the cnp=if existence w© 

With hearts ever happy, and heads ever 
Be omrs the light Sorrow, half-sister 

And the light, brilliant Folly that flas 



Wken Mylas was sent with his urn to the 
Thro* fields full of light, and with heart full 



*D. MMis.e.B.A. 




I. P. Becker!"' 




LigM raniibledthe Iboy, over meadow and laounf, 

And neglected Ms tash for the flowers on Hip "^a^ . 41 
Tlnis iaamy,like nie, who in youth should have tasted 

The fommtaim that rams b~^ Philosophy's shrine, 
Their time with the flowers on the margin have wa - 

And left their light urns all as empty as mine » 
But pledge me the goblets'—while Idleness weaves 

These flowerets together, sjkomild Wisdom Tbutt see 
e bi -j L-'Iit drop or two that has falTn on the leaves 

From her foimtaiM divine., 'tis snffieient for me. 








Bedser. 



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&i jl rim's 

To sport awhile 9 

As ILove am 3. Valour wander" 
With Wit, the sprite , 
Whose qmiver Ibri 

A thousand anrows squander 9 cl 
Where"' er they pass 9 
A triple grass 

Shoots up, with dew -drops 
As softly green 
As emeralds seem 

Thro 5 iDnirest crystal gleamiin 




ph the ShmiiiFock, the gireem, ixamaortal Shamir 



Of Bard ami Chief, 
©Id Erim's native Shamir© eh 



D.ldaclise, E..A 






Says Yal©nir 9 44 § ee , 
©y sprimg iEor me, 
TL ise leafy g'exi;^ of Tnaorniimg I 
ays L c ve 9 N© 9 m© 9 
F©s°2OTie they gr©"w 9 
My fragrant paA adL©:rfflimg/ 9 

"^ it T-i-ri't'TOS 
Tike "triple leaTe§ 9 
And erie§ 9 OlkS oL© xi t sewr 
66 A type 9 that Men 1 r< 
Tikree godlike friends 
JL OTe 9 "Valour., Wit. for ever 2 



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PRIXCE OF BREFFNI 



%$)$£ valle^ lay smiling before uie, 

Where lately I left iier "behind' 
Ifet i trembled, and son ... i | er me 

That s.fnMi-Mii i - if my uiiiiil, 

I looh'd for "tlxt lain ; ?fM< - i Ime, 

Should shine, wh<i a her Pilgrim retrarm'dL| 
Bmt, thomgh iilarkness began 1 

No lamp from the battlements buna' & I 




1 flew to lier cliaiul)eT-= J 'h~a§ 

As if -tke loVd tenant lay lead;;=- 
Ah 9 would it were loath, and death onlyi 

Bmt no, tke yonng false one had fled. 
And there h.mng the liite that i mid soften. 

My yer^ worst pains into .bliss i 
T^ ikile iii e band, that hadl L it s o often , 

Now throMu'd to a proud rival's hiss 



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<®M- remaeiialber Ellen., - in- 3imiii.il el 9 s pride/ 4 

- - i- : ]i r ; .11 :. i, j 

WTkeiii tike stranger, v ' alii a m , Ji d i 1 made ker Ms bridl e , 
Aii'li' • i as tike ligkt T their 1 ,r i v Eotc 

T getter ttey t ii'tt. tins - amdLraimSc, 

Till William, at 1« - -{mess said , 

I ^^L^^ "^' e Mimst seek owa fortmme Dm otter plains? 8 












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Tkey roaiu'd a long and a weary way, 

lor iiiu eli was tike maiden's keart at ease, 
Wkem mow, at close of one stormy day, 

Tkey see a proud castle among tike trees „ 
,4 To-nigkt, 99 said tke youtk, "we'll skelter there? 

4 Tke wind Mows cold, tke kour is late f 
So ke Mew tke korn witk a elaieftain s air, 

<i tke Porter lbow 9 d, as tkey pass"' d tke gate 

44 Now, welcome, Lady," exclaimi'd tke youtk, = 

'This castle is thine, and these dark woods alii'" 

Ske Tbeliev'd kiia crazed, but Ms words were truth. 
For Ellen is Lady of Kosna Ha. 

And dearly tke Lord of Hosna loves 

Wkat William tke stranger woo' d amd wed 

And tke ligkt of Miss, in tkese lordly groves, 
. lies pure as it did in 





D. HSJ3J±- 



F. P, Becker. 




v' r ' ibr \sfft rl« .of JlltlMi: 



IB the last rose of smio 

Left bl Boimg alome i 

All ftaa painu dbs 

Ati I aid _■ me | 

No £1 . i y k imdj i 

N© TO?' J a 

T© rell ' - her Mmsh.es 

Or give sigh for sigh 



Fll a©4 leare thee, bib mi l©me i 

To pine on the ste:mi| 
Simce the i vely are §le« 

5] eejp th« 'V with them . 
- l<dO tt er 

1 hy 1« aives 'er the bed , 
Wherd thy aites i tha _ trdem 
ILiF' jcemtless - igL 





T B.Becter. 




I>. Uactse B-A 




1 ' I ip strel - ■ !©me s 

belli = 

i i i -. ; L ee g 

i at lea t, fkj rig 













.e Minstrel fell I—lbmt tike £©eniian 9 s ckain 
mot brim^ Ms proud son! Tinder? 






.e l©v 9 d ne'er spoke again 

For lie tore its ekords asiiin'der i 
f 

Anrl §aid 9 M No ekains skail snill 
Tl i - 'la soul of love and Ibraverv ' 



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Tky songs ■ ere naadefortke pure and frees) 



■■•■ > s 

v l& ■ 4S Tke-^ skmM never sound im slavery ' ' ' 

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sweet to I ji i ,'!•., Hiflt., lymere'eir we rove, 
w ,. ajflg smipe to find some tiling blisstfkl atmd ileai% 
\.ji>'I iLrnJ^wheii we're far from tlie lips we love, 
W eVe tbuit to make love to Hie lips we we Byew."' 

heart, like a temiiril, aeemstoMi'dl to i j 1j 
Let it grow where ii will, ©ammoll flomri&h Bilome, 
But will lean to the nearest, amillovelifl i bang*, 

It earn twine with. itself, aaml make elr>^elv its own 
Then- ohi what pleasure, where'er we rove, 

To Ibe sure to fimo! something, still, that is lear, 
to know, when far fr "in 









ID Maciise, R.A 



■ 
E J? Becker 




Jfamurll ' —to inhrnri'r: imn 
lite the bouv 



=Tbiit whem<£ -\-> z you eld U - I lc lid i , 
That awalkems the might- | ^mirth ill your bower 9 
Them thihk rf the friemcl At ■ . i e eleom 9 <i it to© 9 
Ah n. l'( ipg at -hi i gri e £§ 1 1 1 b e happy with y i mi , 
His grid i' may :■ . • • -I'emaim 

Dfthe £d . ' Mm., 

ii b i-: ■■ iJ 1 f© : i Ld jii'i'l ■'■ 5 i' , I Vi I i burew 
i eha ii M' i I .1 1 i 3LljiiD '■ i ■ i ' g with toihu- 








Anil still on I lal btj i i ■ ■_■ b.ei plea 1 1 * ■ I ; I is up 

top SD I I ' I '..i .i i I ffl ■ !'■! I 

WThie pe'ei lathlid ,he it glon ay on bright 9 

kap Jlh e with you ! ' , 





join m vonr revels, tout § 




Andretiirm to iMe 9 Tbea.naing all © 9 er with y©ip smiles= 

Too West 9 if ii ."tells me that, 9 maid the gay cheer 

§ ©mae land voice had minrmim^d, 66 1 wish he were here! 99 

Let Fate do her worst, there are relies of joy, 
Bright dreams of the past, which slue cannot destroys 
fhieh eomie in tike night -timie of sorrow and care, 
■rang oaells. ttiie features that joy used to wear. 
Long, long he my heart, with smeh memories filPdS 
Like the -ya.se, in whi eh roses have ©me e he em distiilPril^ 
If oil may hreah, yon inay shatter the vase, if yon will, 
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still,, 




. 




Wh immri ike imiir 



Wb TOPUVVt the hi pes that leave me, 
K tiky samlles ha ; 

1 ■ i < 1 1 \m l firieu i i nae, 

Ft, like iJn Mi, (DLBs.1 1 
while IVe thee b« i Dae, 
' ' "i"th heart s© wanna amd eyes so hri 
h nul - i am 11 [gei 'er m.e 9 

i light . 



Ti§ not in fete to liarin :nae, 
"^ hile fete leava ■ 

1 i 1 1 y t i ■ eTkaunm me , 

■ ■ ! tth thee 

i ' - flreaiaa ailbomt 1h.ee 
T\ e]re -5T,,;rfli pi loiio., an emcllesg 
1 ' I ■ n I i .. ■■ ■■-• I i e , 

1 ■ ! b, aear 





D. IMaclise £_&. 




raiapeir at parting 2^-th© 9 ^janyrt; 
Hstp (-13'iIimI tlie Iboani simee we 3iQ' D *'* 



t oil' amy 
ILemauums to Tbe erowm'cl by m§ ^et 
Tike sweetmess tlnat pleasure Inatlkim it, 
Is always so slow to come forth,, 

That -'I'!' ii .■ , ■'<! .■! - , till tine minute 
It dies, do -we know laalf its wojrtji. 











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Bmt come,— may ©ot life's happy nieasTunre 
Be all of sneh m©ifinients made mp % 

TheyVe Iborm ©n tike kosoni ©f Pleasure, 
Tkey die 'umidst the tears of tl 



As onward we jonimaey,, how pleasant 



These few sminny spots, like tke presen 

That 'maid the dnll wilderness smile ! 
But Time, like a pitiless master, 

Cries Onward!" and spnrs tke gay konrs 
Ak, never doth Tinie travel faster.-, 

Tkan wken Ms way lies among mowers 
But comae— may *w life's kappy nieasmre 

Be all of snek moments made npj 
They're horn on tke kosom of Pleasure, 

Tkev die 'midst tke tears of tke ~enp„ 

We saw how the sum look'd in sinking, 

im how kright % 
And now, let ©mr farewell ©f drinking 

Resenikle tkat farewell ©flight.. 
"Yon. saw how he finish d,Tby darting 

Mis keam o'er a deep killow's krim 
So, fill np, let's shine at ©nr part 
full liquid glory, like him„ 






AjucL 'C-Hil I may our Mite s Ikappy ineas'we 

1 ' f Tim (fDiniKR unfa like this Tbe maaclLe up, 
9 Twas Thorn on tike "bosoina of Pleasure;, 
It dies "toiA tike tears of tike eup„ 



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- 1 vtjs sorrow tih ■■ 

As - : o'er tine niormin | BLen I 

IFo© fast have those : ■ fla w Le<nL, 

That , i ■ i , jujfj en eel 

Does Time ¥ itiker 

i [?e was dear ?— 
Them, child « 

I'll weep with thee, tear for tear 



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Has love to that s©nl, so tender. 

Been like our JLagenian mine, 40 
"Where sparkles of golden splendour 

All over tike smrfaee shine — 
IB nut, if In pnrsnit we go deeper, 

Allmr'd "by the gleam that shone, 
Ala I false as the dreani of the sleeper. 

Like Love, the "bright ore is gone» 

Has Hope, like the hird in the story, 41 

That flitted from ■ 
l h the talisman's glittering glory = 

Has Hope "been that "birdt© thee? 
On lbraneh after branch alighting. 

The gem did she still 'display. 
And, when nearest and most inviting , ; 

Then waft the fair geni awa^ 

If thus the young hours have fleeted. 

When sorrow itself look'd bright % 
If thus the fair hope hath cheated, 

That led thee along so light? 
If thns the ©old world now wither 

Each feeling that ©nee was dear % •=— 
(Come child of mlsfortnne, eonie hith<£ 

I'll weep witl 







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aidem, e, 

Mime tlur© 9 siasMie, §ti©]rai 9 and snows? 
easoms moay roll, 
JBiniti tike tr ii i- joioJ 
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Let fate frown on.-, so we love and part mot? 
9 Tis life where £fo« art, 'tis death where 
Then eonne o'er tike sea., 
.VLatiden, with moe, 
(Comae wherever the wild wind Mows | 
Seasons moay roll, 
Bnt tine true sonl 
Emms the samue, where' er it goes „ 



Land for courts and chains alone ? 

Here we are slaves. 

Bunt, on the waves, 
Love and Liberty's all onir em. 
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound uis, 
All earth forgot, and all heaven aronnd us 

Then come o'er the sea. 

Maiden, with me, 
Mine thro' snm shine, storm, and snows % 

Seasons niay roll, 

Bmt the true son! 
Burns the same, where'er it goes,, 




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2 still was itarae,whem nearer ifiriem 

(Conspired i© wrong, to slight thee % 
The heart that mow thv falsehood remrls, 
.Womlcl them have hied to right thee„ 
Bui go, deceiver! g©,= 

S ©mie 'day, perhaps, thotflt wake 
'Bi pleasure' s 'dreami, to lira© 
The grief of hearts forsaken 

Evem mow, th©' youth its Iblooaii lias s 

No ligMs ©f age adorn itliee i 
The i'ew, who lov'dthe.e ©nee, have fled 

And they wh© flatter se©rn thee„ 
Thy midnight cup is pledg'dt© slaves 
o genial ties enwreaih it % 
e smiling there, like light on graves, 
Has rank e old hearts heneath it , 
(G©— go — tin© 5 w©rlds were thine 

I would n©t mow surrender 
One taintless tear of mine 
For all thy guilty splendour ! 

And days may eornue,- thorn 

"WTken evem those ties shi 
"Whem thorn wilt call, with vaim regret 
n her thorn 9 st lost for ever 








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Sages earn, they say, 

Ghpasp the lightning's pinions, 
And bring down its ray 

Itoiq tlie stair' d dominions i- 






And., 'mid bmnipers bri W 
From tlie Heaven of Wit 
Draw down all its Mglitning 




J. 'i 'st thou km rc ■•hid first 

Made vii" souls inherit 
Tin I li.uL; ILir-d 

Tot Trine" s eelestial spirit? 
Kt titan e' d nipom that cSay, 

x \ ,ji- l.i ., as bards imforam ns, 
I '': Lethems s1 1 le away 

Tike living fires that warm ns ; 

Tlie careless 1 irtii., ""'hen Tip 
I Grl©ry"§ tffonnt aspiring, 
! il flit >y nra nor cup 
T© hiile tlie pilfer'' d fire in „=- 
©■at ' li his j ot, when, round 

The halls of Meaven spying, 
Among the stars he IVtmd 
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| f'-!$y mot mope weleomue the &iry immiDmlbers 
0)f immsi© fell i'H "Hi f sleeper's ear., 
WTkem half- atwa kimg jBromi fearfnl sliimilbeips, 
I I e flnl in] - "Hie ifal ll qjniire of JkeaTem is near. 






Tiam eamie tlkat voice, whem, all fiwr§alkem 9 
This Ike art long ikad sleeping laiou, 

Nor l]iuii gTkt its c-olrl pmlse womld ever "wakem 
To smelk "bemi'gm, Messed sommds again. 




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Am tiL though Fortran© may seem, t© have farm 9 «1 from the Sw 

Of" Mia thorn reganlest Hies* favouring ray, 
TL uwilt frail there n gift, all her treasures excelling, 

TYIaii'h, proucHy li'B feels, hath emm©ble<nL his Tfay » 

' Tis that freedoma i >£ luiiiil.^'laeli i> i vulgar domain 
(Cam turn froia the path a pure eomsciemee approves % 

WTbi i la, with hope in the la e art, ami m© elnaim ©m the pimi a 
Mol 1 s n pw f 1 1 1 1 - its e jiirse to tike li ghi wlaieh it 1 1 v i 



'Tis this makes the pride of Ids humble reti 
Amnfl^with this,thi ugh of all other trea snares ! > 

The "breeze of id-- garden tc liiais more sweeli 
Than il e eostliest raueemse thai Pomp e'er ret 

Them, eomae,— if a board, s© mmtemplimg hath p ower 

T Tvim thee fro in' grandeur, its best shall be 'thine ■_, 
Am«l there's ome,lomg the ligM of tike IbardL's laappy b« wea 
~^ hi ., smiiiiag, will blemd her Tbright welcome with mine 

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?©— lb err ith light as those- yonuag features are., 

There's a light Toiiimdthy heart which is lovelier far? 
It is not that eheeh= 9 tis the soml dawning clear 
Thi'-o* its iBBoeent Musk mialkes thy "beauty so clear % 
As the sky we loolk mp to.,, tkoiiigk glorious andfair 9 
Is look 9 d up to the more, because Heaven lies there I \ 



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HistorVsMra.se the memorial was -/keeping < 
[ iff all that the darh hand of ©estimy ireatt s , 
Beside her tike (Geminis of Ei-in ' < ; mug., 

Forhers was the storr that Ibi^'He i\ iLe 1 < es, 
Burnt olio how the tear in Iter e^tli fiLs yrewlbright, 
Whem, after whole pages of sorrow amid shame, 
She saw History write, 
With a pencil of liglh.1t 
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gome, and for ever, tike ligM we saw Tbi-i 
Lite Heaven's first dla\ i cLeacL 

When Mam, from tike slmuiIbeF odFages ?awa]\ing 9 
■ . ■ i ■ the pmu r j ay, Ere it 

the gleamas It has left rf its Ibnirmi 
pei I i long night of bondage amdiuoiiuriiiiiiigj 
a j'loias ©£ earth is re'tiiming , 
An 3L iarkest of all, ha] i - - rin, o'er thee „ 




i Any hope, when those glories were tla: 
AronmcIL €kee 9 thro 9 all the gr m Ls ofth 

~^ h en TOrath, from her fa ittei - imdigna atly starting 
At anee, like a Sum -four rt, her ibammer mnfini 



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rest ;i , n,v .■' - ' i i ' lie 3i .fleer, 

Tin© 9 the luerdlkavellecLfVi'iij -I fa e e ,tlky lk« me Is still ln.er« 
.Here still is it© smiile., tin a I mo elomdl Bam o*ereast, 
1 n ];i an 'J all thy a>wm to tin e last 

i i Ji w Ih bi I was love made iEor, if tis mot tin e § ame 

Tbjm '1 thro* to rime m.t, tltr© 5 glory and sha 

I kmow mot, 3 as ! mm t, if gmilt's Im tliat Ike art, (W^ 

l bmt kmow that I love thee, yrLrirf ever tliom art 

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&MB [entile Harp, ©nee nicre 1 waken 

The sweetness ©if thy slninibeiping strain % 

In tears ©hup last farewell was taken, 
A aid now in tears we nieet again » 

N© light ©f joy hath ©'er thee "broken, 
5nt, Hike those Harps whose heaT 9 iil"> 

©f slavery, dark as thine, J: ken, 

Thon kang'st upon the willows sti 



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Am Ikoiiir rf peaee amd irininiiph. eamie 

DomrndLen 
^'itkhopes^Mtliat mow are tuna'd to shainie 
"Yet erem them, while Peaee was simgimg 
Met halcyom somg o'er land amd sea, 

to ©there 
She ©mly lbronigkti mew tears to thee . 

Them,wh© earn ask for motes ©f pleasure , 

My 'drooping Harp 9 fromi eliords lilke thime? 
Alas 9 the lark's gay Hiormimg miea: 

As ill would suit the swan's deelime 
©r how shall I 9 w1l© l©ve,wh© Ibless tkee 

Imv©ke tiny 1breat]kf©r Freed©]Dif s strains, 
WTkem eVm tine wreaths im which I 'dress thee 

Are sadly Tnis. 9 d-=half fl©w 9 rs,hal£ ehaim; 

But c-oTjie— if yet tiny frame earn "©©irow 
©me TbreatTk ©f j©y, ©h, Tbreathe f©r mie 

Amd show the w©rld,im chains amd s©i°row. 
H©w sweet thy mnnsie still earn Ibe % 

Mow gaily, evm moid gloomi smiT©mmdimg 
Tliom yet eamst wake at pleasure' 



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Mid desolatiom tmmefkl still I 





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Wken,r©\nnd tike k©wl, ©f vanish' c 

We talk, with j©y©ms seemiing,= 
With smiles that niight as well Tbe 

So faint, so sad their "beaming;; 
WMle mem'ry "brings ns "back again 

Each early tie that twined ns, 
Oik., sweet's tike cmp that circles then 

T© tik©se we've left IbeMnd ns „ 

And when, in other climes, we meet 
S©me isle 9 or Tale enekamtn i 'J ., i 

Where all looks flow'ry, wild,and sweet. 
And n ©night Tbmt love is wanting % 

We think how great had keen ©mr "bliss. 



and die in scenes like this, 
some we've left kehind ns I 



As trav'llers ©ft look "back at eve, 

Wlken eastward darkly going, 
To gaze nip on that light they leave 

Still feint kehind them glowing,— 
S©, when the close of pleasure's day 

To glo©m hath near consign' dns, 
We turn to catch one lading rav 

©f joy that's left kehind uus „ 



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i)Hl! fib e morning of Mjhfe„ when its eares are umkmown, 

And its plea sines in all their new lustre "begin, 
Wliem we live in a IbrigM-lbeaiaing world i dF a>mr own., 

And the light that snjxoiimds us is all froni within % 
©h 'tis not, Tbelieve me, in that happy time 

We can love, as in honors of less transport we ma >_ ;— 
Of ©nir smiles, of onir hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime , 

IB mt affection is truest when these fade away , 






When we see the Burst glory of youth pass us Iby 

Like a leaf on the stream 'that -Hill jmever return % 
WTken our emp, which liad sparkle A witli pleasure so high, 

First tastes of the . . , the daA-flowing urn % 

Tli en, then is the time whem affection kolcb sway 

"With a leptla and a tenderness joy never knew? 
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, 

But the love Thorn of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true- 



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W0 Ladies 9 eyes arowniLTbcy, 

We cant reJBase, we ean't refense , 
Tlh©'' bright Eyes so ab©miMlL,Tb©y, 
*Tis hard t© eh©©se 9 'tis hard to ehc use 
IF or thick as stars that lighten 

"Yon air^ b©wrs, y©n airy Tb©w ? r§, 
Tike eonnfless eyes that hrighten 

This earth rf omrs, this earth of ©uarso 
Bmt fill the PTip=where 9 er 9 hoy, 

)w ehoiee may fall, ©mur eheice inay fall, 
"We're STire t© find IL©ye there,! i 

S© drink them all! s© drink themm all! 

sine l©olks there are s© 

They seem Tbnt giVn, they seem Tbwt giv'n, 
As shining ibeaeons, solely, 

T© li'dat t© heaVn, t© light t© heaVn ™ - 



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a' 
Would leal us (God forgive tkerniS 
ic otker way, 

fill tke <eiip— wke:iFe 9 er, "boy, 
Omr ekoiee may fall, omr ekoiee may 
Ve're stare to find Love tkeFe,lboy 9 
So drink tke mi all I so drink tkeni all I 




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In sonie, as In a mirror. 

Love seeiuis pouurtray'd, Love seems ponrtray'M., 
But skun Ike. flattering error, 

9 TIs knt Ms skade, 'tis Ibnt Ms skade,: 
Himself kas fix 9 d Ms dwelling 

In eyes we know, in eyes we km 1 
And lips— lb mt tMs is telling— 

So kere fkey go I so kere tkey g 
Fill up, fill uup— wkere 9 er, koy, 

Omr ekolee aia? fall, omr ekoiee may 
We 9 re suire to fund Love tkere,k 

So drink tkem all I so drink tkeni 










tlie lb owl 
\ - i ■ fl i ■ e p§ of somil , 
Tike brigHatesi Wit pan fimdnis; 
x e'H take a flight 

'rrls lit n-v tu iii-niglrt .-, 
Amd le aire dull eai°th lb claim d m s ., 
Should Lote amaid 
Tlie wreaths be ldd 9 
That joy, fch'em i hamtep, "[brings 113, 
Ho <l a 1 I er fear, 

■.die wime is Hear, 
We'll .drown hi ma if lie stings aas., 










hem, wreath the howl 
With, flowers of soraL 
Tke hrightest Wit earn find ms % 
We'll take a flight 
Tow Tils heaven to -might, 
Heave dull earth heMnd iiSo 

as nectar fed 
©f old, 'ties said, 
? Juimos, Joves, Ap©ll©s£ 
And man niay brew 
His nectar too. 
The rich receipt's as follows i 
'ate wine like this , 
Let looks of Miss 
Around it well he Mended, 
n hring Wit's he ami 
5 warm the stream. 
And there's yoiw nectar, s] 
So wreath the "howl 

Lowers of sonil. 
The "brightest Wit earn find ns % 
ake a flight 
Tow'rds heaven to=nigkt, 
And leave dwll earth "behind ms 



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9 may rail at tikis life— from tike liomr I lb e gam it, 

I fonnd it a life fall of kindness and Miss, 
And 9 until tlaey earn skow Hie sonie Happier planet , 

More s©eial andkrigkt 9 I'll content Hie witktkis., 
As long as tike world lias snek lips and snieli eyes 9 

As "before Hie tin is nionient enraptured I see 9 
Tlaey may say wlkat tlkey will of tlkeir ©ribs in tke skies 9 ( 

But tkis earth is tike planet for y©n 9 l©ve 9 and Hie, 




Ih Mercnry's star, wkere eaek niOHient can bring tliena 
New suinskine and wit from tike fonntain ©n kigk., 

Tk© 9 tke nynipks may kave livelier poets to sing tike hi " 
Tkey 9 ve moie, even tlkere 9 more enani©nr 9 d tlkan I, 

And 9 as long as tikis Ikarp eanke waken 9 d t© love 9 
And tkat eye its divine inspiration skall Tbe, 
/r\ Tkey may talk as tkey will ©f ' 



But this eartk is tke planet 




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IB ut tho' they were even niore Ibright than tike qmeem 

1 i : ;isle they inhalbit in heaven's Tblne sea, 
As I never those fair yonng celestials have seen.-, 
Why— this earth is tike planet for yon, love, and me . 



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A? for those chilly orbs on tike verge of creation, 
WTkere smnshine and smiles moist "be eqnally rare, 

I'lil they want a supply of cold hearts for tkat station, 
Meav'n kaows we have plenty on earth we could spare,. 

think what a world we should have of it here-, 
If the haters of peace, of affection and glee, 
Were to fly np to Satmrn s comfortless sphere, 

And leave earth to -n- b spirits as yon, love, and me „ 




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!-.' C 0] - ... lid ur — t la : i i 

Mow Timae Seals out Ms tiro m 
Tine I ! aiemts lemt Ms 

Are . 1 am, Tbuat Pleasmrn 

1 : - : ■ veh lisses 

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Bmt inmomiemts of joy are, IB 

qriaiek e et to Ibe d, 

in fill tike ■ nj> - 

Ho'" lilliT' ■ ■ M":." 1 - - 

Tie fairy korars 1 :. : hms 

[ bey mo wantl but Pleasure's , 

cy me 'ei tin _ I a : 

Till l ' i 

:ip., mm . ilimg J ■ • - 

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'tmriTt lb® mime , line treasures of air 9 
! eai A ami §ea 9 .stall lie all tiny beet? 

:Ter i]n]Faifl'i5T 9 s eye looks fair, 
Pi-iv - sweet inamsie sounA- /sweet, 

.ill be ©iu°s=if tkouL wilt "be mine, love s 






Brigkt flowers skallMoomi wkereTei ~^e rwe, 5 

A v»ic« -hall t all; inn facia streams 9 

Tine stars shall lo < I 13 e s tMs B>£love 9 

I lliis earth "be all one "beamliliil ixeama 
In onar eyes — -ill the nwilt be iiaime 9 l<i " i 






Ami tihu mgM§ 9 wk©se somree as bidden ami hi 
Like strea ■' i eavem-wardhills^ 

LI beep awe hea:rts 9 like sweails, that lie 
To be bathed by those eternal rills , 

Ever green., if tJkomi wilt be mime,, lo re 






All tMs ami iii' 

■ breathe o'er tkemi 9 

! heaven, whiu Ji IB 'rums 

Me ean make twm earth," 

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feel Ms spel 

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Bk i$x fte Viin.tiTiib $i Uxntx lime! 




■lie swoi nraaep ti: 

for flie me b a-e them, 

' <■•■ fop Kigjkt, tlney stood. suMime - 
A.md tyrants ep i 
Wnen free yet, ere eomrts tegan 
Witl mps "to enslave In 

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W ere tiki - e wThld L '■ u l i | < i a 

i "tlieii ; 
. ! I til e ma ., 

Wlken Id Lands of free boi em 

e all time rant parts n >hd id tike 
- true, 
3 bust tike 
i b. Love a eii-ele flrewj 
Tlnat Tii ea§ 

tike IKimgs win El mrisli'd lien 
[ 'L for tike pomp tlnat erowm'd tlnem, 
WlkeiL lieair! ran mem 

Vi ' e p e all tike r a imp a pt s p b mum cl tike an I 



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t L ' i ' > pes eanlb. 

In - ,.i - ratines -- o jieart 

If ifaribaMmg ■ same emp off treialbM 

~ ■;-..■' kens tj part- nl tlkom arto 

Liketlkee 3 th ra i i rj onqiieT'M ni.nl broteii. 

And faffiB fr<n>trn Imp.!* ikeadis He omce royal estowh? 

lulier streets ins iuei Inalls,, Desolation lm~'.u -]■■ ken, 
Aii'l J ""jiiie ii as 3ay ^el, L.er siam Unatla gone dLowaio 99 

.'.\iiF-/ , ; U iifl dhpeaims of retraraii 
■ ae ft were life to luelaoldL? 

Like tlnime 3 i.er s - , imtlke flay of tkeis° nmoraimimg,, 
leamiber tine Tbright tMrngs thatMess 9 ffl.iikei ! 




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All., "well niay we call lie r, like tkee 46 tke Forsaken," 8 * 
Her boldest are vanqmisk 1 d, ker proudest are slaves; 

And tke karps of ker minstrels, wken gayest tkey waken. 
Have tomes niidtkeir luirtli like tke wind over graves I 









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Yet liadst ikon tky vengeance— yet eanie tkere tke morrow, /f\ 
Tkat skines out, at last, 01 tke longest dark nigkt 9 '•["** 

W> ken tke sceptre., tkat sniotetkee witk slavery and sorrow, 
Was skiver'd at ©nee, like a reed, in tky sigkt ., 

^ ken tkat cup ,wkiekf©r ©tkers tke pro aid 'Golden City *" 
Ha .el krinnna 9 d full ©f "bitterness, dremelidker own lip s i 

.And tke world ske kad trampled on keard,witk©mt pity, 
Tkekowl in ker kails, and tke ery from ker skips » 



"f. m If $)fc H ken tke emrse Heaven keeps tor tke kangkty came 
ft) >/|3 Her merekants rapaeions,ker rnlers nnj'nst, 

And, arnim, at last, for tke eartkwormt© cover," 
Tke Lady of Kingdoms lay low in tke dnisto 8 



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pJJTTOft of til s cup ,?=y©u Afraid there's a spell in . 

Its every drop 'gainst tike ills of mortality % 
Tali of the cordial that sparkled for Helen! 

Her cup was a fiction.-, but this is reality. 
Would you forget the darh world we are in., 

fust taste e£ tke bnlblble that gleams on tie top ©fit 
BSut would you rise above earth, "till aiin 

To Immortals themselves, you mmst drain every drop of it? ''V^aiF ~ 
Send rciu A the eup=fDi" ah there's a spell in 

Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality j 
Tali of the cordial that sparkled for Helei 

Her ciip was a fiction, ibnt this is reality 



Never was philter form' cl with such power 

- inarm and bewilder as this we are 
Its magic hegan when, in Amtemim 9 § rich hour.-, 
A haive at of gold in the fuel Is i 1 stood laughin 




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kere kaving, lby Nature's enchantment, keen ffll'd 

With tke Ibalnu and tke kloom ©f her kindliest weather, 
Tkis wonderfnl juice from its core' was distiE'd 

To enliven smek hearts as are kere krongkt together. 
Tkem drink of tke cup— yon'll find there's a spell in 

Its every drop 'gainst tke ills of mortality ? 
Talk of tke cordial tkat sparHedfor Helen? 

Her euro was a fieti©n,knt tkis is reality « 



Andtkomgk, perkaps— Mtkreatke it to no ©n® = 

Like liquor tke witekkrews at midnight so awful, 
Tkis philter in secret was first taught to flow on, 

Yet 'tis n't less potent for keing nnlawfml = 
And, eVn though it taste of tke smoke of that flame, 
Which in silence 'extracted its virtue forkidden= 
Till nip=tkere's a fire in some kearts I eowld name, 
Whiek may work to© its charm, though as lawless and 
hidden o 
S© .Qbrink of tke emp = f©r ok there's a spell in 
Its every .drop 'gainst tke ills of mortality % 
Talk of tke cordial that sparHedfor Helen! 
Her cmp was a fiction, knit tkis is reality* 



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1 I ,' world, let mo twae be migh 
li est limply the stars should 3Le« eive Mae? 

pets lb etweem y iu i i 

SJkomldl me- rther, belin i ae. 

I that L^Tia" the heav'iis he mot ffliaaa. 
My science shall pall i -ona 

A aaaale appariti©ia 9 =tlie iauage A hi: 
Whose destiny tis to u 




lit TO tWMt pJi a il fee fca , 

S o fom cIIt i ]±e 9 ll hover, - 

'ill hardly ' liffi r. 

rer» 

iowi a; be pale [ght 

e 9 M oieel, b a P devotioaa— 

.1 naaaoeeiat sprite 
If on m scarcely believe had! a a 

What otTker ! . fc§ aaadl eveaats may ma 

As in lestimy's bot I I Ve aot seea kha j 

" 1 1 ■ ' i efttt the c tar-s amd y au i t -h-- 

To settle, btc uiormimis , : Lena,, 



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ft 1( . i^- lute i a- iu 'Mi • ■'■ ' ' ! - 

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Yet Love hs ~ truer far, 

far Bi i " - ' et , 
Thau e'er lb emeat In the : Light's 

■ f li ■xn -a- lute, ©r soil Jul ar 9 
The sougs repeat, 



*Tis wheu the sigh, iu youtJhi simcei 

\ :.l umly them,— 
The sigh that's Tbreath 3 1 for one to hear., 
Islbythat me,,, that inly I'-ar, 







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li gkt's si 
id mae tj 
©f tkee, tih.ee, only tikee 
Wkem friends a 

And smiles are neaF, tlluat ©nee erne 
UnFeaek'dky all tkat sninskime romiaA 
My soul, like some 'larlk sp©t, is kamor 
IBy tkee, tln.ee, ©mly tlh.ee.. 

Wkatever in fame's Mgk patk, e ©mil wake 
My spirit ©nee,is n©w forsaken 

F©r tkee, tkee, ©mly tkee „ 
Like stores, ky 'wkiek some keadlong kar 

T© tk 9 ©eean knuries, Testing never, 
Life's seenes go ky nie,krigkt of 'dark, 
I know not, need not, kastemimg eveF 
To tkee, tkee, only tkee. 






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Immisfeillem, fare ti.ee well, 
! [ay ealmu aaid saasMne long Ibe tkime 
How fair tkoni art lei Bikers tell,— 
To feel kow fair stall long Ibe maime ., 

Sweet immisfallemjlomg skall dwell 

imeiaory's Ireans ikat smutty simile 
^ SHhi elk o 9 er tkee ©m ikat evening fell 
Wkem first I saw iky Ifkihry isle 



9 Twa - ligkt , imdea 3 , too blest for one 9 
W"k© Lad to tarn to paiks aff eare — 
I i riLM Br weld 3L Ikannts again to ran , 
Andleave tkee bright and silent there 



N© niore mmt.o thy pes io o ae 9 

:rade ocean U -1 
pa i ;.; i" tli!- 1- 3« metiaiaeSg as a h 
-rijsliine he mad seen and J 




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Far Tbetter in tky weeping moults 
To part from, tkee, as I 1© mow, 

Wken mist Is o'er tiny Ibloomimg [bowers. 
Like sorrow's veil ©n ibeanty 9 s 

F©r p th©iagkiinrivaird still tky grace s 

Tkon dost mot look, as tkei 
But tknis in skad©w 9 seemi'st a plaee 

Wkere erring man might kope to rest- 

Migkt kope to rest, and find in tliiee 
A gloom like Eden 9 s 9 ©n tke day 

He left its skade 5 

Like tkine, knng weeping o'er Thi 

ing or s: 
And all tke 1 
For Ik© 9 kut rar 



ike feeling kearts, wk©se joys are 
But, wkem wul&ed tkey waie, divine = 
ke Tbrigktest ligkt tke sum eVr tkrew 
Is lifeless t© ©ne gleam ©f tkineJ 






' i MMMnk' &%F L '■' i ' U <bt files arra i 'i 



^— s ^ ,* And pliuunnies,, im the sai wiau'd dLazaciiaJ .-■• .-">=*# T \' i>. 
\ hxa hearts are all high heati £ 



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. jiiai! ->..., lb [ - 1 ■ I - 1 ' ! ! ! - ! - ; - 
..,:.. to Ieath 9 







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Ola tike sight emtrameibiE 



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an. is eiamc i' 



Amd plmmes, im the gay wind 



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'tis mot helnii or feather 
For ask yom despot, whethei 
His plmnHiedlbarnds 
Could Ibrimg sniek ham 
Amd hearts as omrs together 
Leave pomips to those who i 
'Give miam Ibmt heart amd 



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e gam die st slaves 
That crawl whe re miomarehs lead em 
sword miay pieree the Ibeaver 
tome walls im time may sever, 
is mimd alome, 
Worth steel amd stome , 
s miem free for ever,, 
Oh that sight emtrameimg, 
"Whem the mormimg's heami is glamei 
O'er files 

With helm amd Made , 
Amd im Freedoma's eamse advancing 

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llHV.i .ne ;>f those dri nil h t inns i<e are bromgl 

Like akright smmsniei" ha - . 'er tike poet's 
When .> 1 ■: ■ st in the ftatmre, Ms - i 1 iers on 9 

And all of tkis life, hunt its sweetness, Is g« me , 

Tlhe wild mote's he heard o'er the water were tk 

had tan glit to sing Erin's lark bondage and woes, 
And the breath of the bugle l-~ wafted them o'er 
from Dimis 9 green isle, to (Elena's shore „ 




Ie listened— while,. _l 'er tke eagle's rude . 

Tke lingering - 1 'tin 3Ls >n their way loved to rest -; 
And tke echoes sung back from tkeir full nionmtain jjmii 
As if lotk to let song so enchanting expire o 

It seema 9 d as if et't-t sweet note, tkat died here, 
^ as again brought t life in ; >mae airier sphere, 

Lie heav'n :iu tkose kills, where tke so ml of tke strain 
Tkatkad eeased mpom earth was awaking again.' 



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Ok f©nygiYe 9 if 9 wHle listening to iraisie, wJkos 

?Z Seem'd to circle Ms name witk a ckawa again 



| : He should feel a proud Spirit witHm Mm proclaim 



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Mem STUB ^ r 4 ha 'T«r 

I ' i -, i mes st fall f M : in, 
! j I slaall waft the® orer. 

. . keie iks Sprang lelays 
! i 3 fearlessly meets time arf 
i i tine waran Snjunanaer's gaze^, 

With ©mly Ler tears t gnarf i 
I;, el SjtkromgkimyTtle bomgkas 

In grace smajiE - aimg 

L lie § Dm e lb aid w ixw '§ 

Thsd L ctp liFi'SL just beem 1 1 








comae nigk tikema 
IB nit froma Ms course tkro 9 air 

Me katk Ibeeii worn down Iby tliema % 
Types, sweet maaid, of tkee, 

Wkose look, wkose Mmskinviti: 

ever did Love yet see 

from Heav 9 n, witkomt aligkting „ 

Lakes, wkere tike pearl lies kid," 

A.nd caves, wkere tike gema is sleeping 
BrigM as tike tears tlky lid 

Lets fall in lonely weeping „ 
Gdens 6 , 4 wkere ©eean comaes, 

To 'scape tike wild wind's raneoiir, 
And Harlbonirs, worthiest lionaes 

WTiere Freed© ma's fleet cam anekor., 

Tken, if, wluile scenes so grand, 
So IbeantiiftiLsIkine before tlkee 

Fritle for tlky own dear land 

Should Ikaply Ike stealing o 9 er tliee 

Ok, let grief comae first, 



ride its©] 
kow mas 



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fc^ggbrfa irnrt not n ftettmg likt tljtt. 

-"' 1U' 1 1 >th mot a nieetir tmendLsj 

For all the long years IVe been pranil'ping asway— 
To see tlras arouidaiut hj^ ,_ tilth's earli friendLs, 

A.s snail L Mania- laappy flay? 

Thf>"i:i':.!i h,rj.)lyjJep soiiuf of ft up bp©ws 9 a§ o'er mine. 

The snow-fall of time nmayhe stealing— what then 
e y.ps imtke sunset, thms lighted by wine, 

We'll wear tlie gay tin. ge l month's poses again <> 



^ !i.i! - i'h- 11 M ji'iniieiiilbpaiDiees come o'er the heai 
In gazing an those weVe lb e en 1 -"' I s©l« ng ! 
Tlie § 1 1 it i •'•••' § ., Hi e j i y - , I .nil onee they wepe pa pit 
Still pomincL theiffljlilke Ti-i "Xi - of fa step<fl.ay 9 thp©n 
i - letters soiae laanfl liatli iiiTi.^ilil"v traced, 
When hel (1 to the flame will steal onit on the § i g Is 
§ o many a feeling, that long seem'-i effa i 

he wapmth of a moment like this "tarings to light 






Ami tkws, as in miemory's Ibark we skall glide, 

To visit tke 
Tk© 9 ©ft we may see 9 lookimg down, on tie 

Tlae wrtA ©f fall aiiamy a k©pe skimimg tkroim.gk,' 
Yet still, as im iamey we p©imt t© tike flowers 9 
Tkat ©mee made a gardem ©fall tke gay sk©Te 9 
tecewed for a miomiemt, we 9 ll tkiink tliemi still 
ArndTbreatke tike fcesk air ©f life's moraimg ©mee more*? 

S© Tbrief ©hit existence, a glimpse, at tike uaost 9 

Is all we earn kave ©f tike few we k©ld deaT ? 
Amd ©ft even j©y is Tamkes 

F©t want ©f somie keairt, tkat e©iild eek© it, mcar. 
Ak, well may we kope,wkem tkis sk©rt life is gome, 

T© Bueet im some world ©f m©Te peTBiamemt Miss 
1F©t a simile, ©t a 'grasp ©f tke kamd, kast 9 mim<g ©m 9 

Is all we emj©y ©f eaek ©tkeT im tkis ° 6 

IBmt, comae. tke bhotc TaTe sraek delights t© tke leant 





TTkms eirclimg tTh.e eiup 9 ]mmdiialiaja(T. 9 tfp we ■dymk 9 
\ TLet SYiap aiHi-v pledge m§ 9 tlM © 9 plea§uiFe 9 tThr© 9 paiim 
TThat 9 ff&st a§ a feeling Tbmt tonieTh.es one limTk 9 

magic shall semdit direct tTkro 9 tThe chain <> 





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■ ■ if e3 VI the Harp then Ibe silent, when he wh© first gave 
To ©up eoumtrT a naniue, is withdrawn from, all eyes? 
Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand nimte Iby tike grave 

Where the first=where the last of her Patriots lies ? 

No— faint tk© 9 tike deatMsong may fall from Ms lips, 
Tli© 5 Ms Harp, like Ms s©m1, may with shadows Tbe en 

stall it sound, 'naid a nation's eclipse, 
And proclaim to the world what a star hathTbeenl 



r "What a nni©n ©f all tlie axie citrons 

By wMchlife is exalted, enalbellisMd, refine t 
"Was eaiolbraeed in that spirit— wh©se centre was omrs 5 
OKwk While its mighty circnniference circled maakimd. 



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0>h, win.© that loves Erim, o>r who that earn see, 

Thromgk the waste n>f lie t ammals, that i imMiiae- 

Eike a pyramid raised im tike leseri — .where Ike 
And Ms glory stand unit to the eyes of all time" 



That otm Imoid interval, smaieh'dfi the glooio 

Amdthe soadmess i' ag es, whem filTd -^ith la? soml, 
A Nfi Brleap'd the lap] - cLooia, 

— • ' i Vi Liberty's goal? 
















Who, that ever hat] Man— hath dramk at hu ■ 

m ee, ."ill Erim's owi, 
in whose Mgh-thomghted flaribig, the Eire, ami lie force, 
And the ^ei iintf spring oil her spirit are shown? 

An f-l-,jne : • ritswave 

Wand* | viih thomghts that 

it a> the ■ - f Instm i ave, 

^ ith the flasi i no, its solidity I 




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proaeh'd 

Inahoiue j i love, he lell 

- he trees wMch a xirrh. : an had giv'n, amdwMehlbow'd, 
|ht a mew eivin er wn for In- h« 






But ?4 iiniwm® ob'uetveA. Mia-^tifcroiiigli glory, tlwonigkMak 
In tike calm ©if retread , jr. tike graii'leiiiT of strife , 
"V5 jketJker sMmiiiy or ©loiniiliecl, still M-gk and tlie sainiie 9 =' 





IL©ve eaiine 9 and hroraght sorrow 
To© s©©ii in his train 9 

Ifet so sweet, that t© -morrow 
Twere welcome again » 

Thoragk misery 9 s frail measure 
My portion skorald"be 9 

I w©rald drain it "with. 
If pouir'd ©rat Iby ih> 

"Yom, who call it dishonour 

T© lb©w t© this flainae, 
^ciVe eyes 9 lo©]k "brat ©i 

And "bluish "wliile y©ra "blame „ 
Hath the pearl less whiteness 

Beeamse ©fits "birth? 
Hath the violet less "brightness 

For growing near earth? 

-Man for his glory 

To ancestry flies 5 
Brat Woman 9 s "bright st©ry 

lis told in her eyes „ 
While the Monarch "brat traces 

Thro 9 mortals his line, 

earaty 9 "born of the Graces,, 

Hanks next t© Divine 





b t a f&tcxzt U tell 

vt a secret to tell thee., Lnt hush 2 mot here 9 
.11- -world its vigil IkeepsS 
111 seeh, to whs sper it in thine ear, 

ilenee si 
re smsmasaei" § wave nnninrmni'iny dies, 
fi] the i' nut mi! - g'n -l± J , 
WTa !-:,._ i sighs 9 

Tu> ■ tingly. Blush, sweet 9 hush 

There, ami >.i the jLeep silemee of that uonr, 
^~ i hen stars can p&im ocean clip, 

yself shalL-nnclei - e rosy bower, 
rate, with thy fim _ thy lip? 

Like him /'the boy^wl i among 

Tike . - that on th.E stream hinsh 

- ever thus,=his cnly song 



To eai"th an "r-n 9 S6 Mnsh 9 all,lrn-h ! 





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yonder valley there dwelt, alone 9 
A yonthg whose nionients had calmly flown 
Till spells came o'er Mra 9 and 9 day and nigh 

• haiumted and watched by a Momintain Sprite 

. \ - omee 9 Tby moonlight 9 he wamder 9 d © 9 er 
The golden sands of thai i sland shore, 

\ Foot-primll sparMLed "before Ms sight = 
'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite 2 (\» 



Beside so ft >nntain 9 one sunny day 9 

_\ s bending over the stream he lay 

T'here peep 9 ! down © 9 er Mm .two eyes of light 9 

And he saw in that minor the Mountain Sprite 



Me tmrn 9 l 9 "ibut 9 lo 9 like a startled nm-m., 
Thai spirit fled l=~.n aid the youth "brat heard 

eet mnisic, smeh a& marks the flight 
Of so.nie bird of song'.; fro mm the Mountain Sprit 

(One night, still haunted hy that Tbright look 

The h©y 9 hewiMer 9 d 9 his peneil took 

And, guided only hy memory's light 

Drew the ©nee=seen form of the Mountain Sp 



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B vanquished Erin wept hesid 
The Boyne 9 s ill-fated r 
She saw where Discord, i 
Hal dropp'M his loade 
10 Lie hid/ 9 she cried, "ye venom 9 d darts 
rkere mortal eye may shnn yoni ?, 
Lie hid—the stain of manly hearts, 
"That hied for aie, is on yon/ 9 




But vain her wish, her weeping vain 

As Time to© well hath taught her 
Eaeh year the Fiend 

And dives into that water? 
And lb lings, trinmphant, from 

His shafts of desolatio: 
And sends them, winged with worse t 

Throngh all her madd'ning nation 

s for her who sits andmomrns, 
Ev 9 n now, Tbeside that river = 
Unwearied still the Eiei 




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IB iint soon 't lie WesH mo longer bmwi d, 

Eadk rosy ray feo:ua Iieav'B witTkAi 
Amdawlkemio gaze again 1 4mi 

I ' i b iQimsti' i ■ 1 ~ '•. i ■■■ii seeni 9 fl fa 1 1 1 . > y too 
A.s if fey liglrf &md JkeavWs reie ■ ■■aie, 
'i py il] btadleft tkat feaajaef 

iimiuerixiy lips tike "tome, 
1 - froim a parting spirit, EaMie." 




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smcli heart -stirring ninisie he heard 
In that City of Statmes leserilbedLTby romancers s 
© wakening its spell, even stone would he stirrid, 
statmes themselves all start into dancers ! 



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Why then delay, with smeh sounds in 0111° ears, 

And the flower ©fBesratr''- 1 B>wn ^nr* len Before 11s, — ' 
~^~hile stars overhead leave the song of their spheres, 
And listening to omrs, hang wonderi mg - ' er ms ? 
ain, that strain!— to hear it thm - somndii 
Might set even Deaths eoldl pulses homn ding- 
Again I Again I 
[ Li, what delight when the p nthM. and gay, 

Each with eye like a suinlbeana and foot lihe a feather, 
Thus dance, lihe the Homrs to the mmsie of May, 
. \ ,nl mingle sweet song and smnshine together s 




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this how the pledge is given 

From this hoiir may soul is thine S 
(Coime what will., fro ma earth or heave: 

Weal or woe, thy fate he inline » 
When the proud and great stood Iby thee» 

Nome dared thy rights to spurn? 
And if now they're false and fly thee, 

Shall l,too,Tbasely turn? 
No % —whatever the fires that try 

In the same this heart shall burn 

Tho' the sea, where thoii embarkes" 

•Offers now no friendly shore, 
Light may eome where all looks darkest, 

Hope hath life, when life seems o'er. 
And, of those past ages dreaming. 

When glory deek'd thy hro 
"Oft I fondly think, thomgh seeming 

So falFn and elondednow. 
Thondt again break forth, all heaming 

None so "bright, so Iblest as thoniS 









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L j A W i'a-oui ilie keaclk. wkeia tke imor is sMuiii tf 

A bark o'er tke waters move glorioaslT on i 
I tsae wkem tke sn o'er that Lf-rn L was leeliml 
I lit ij."u-l\ iras still tkere 9 ibut tike wa tors wj re gome „ 

^ ij 3 suekis flue fate of our life's em I"'- ^T-oiLiise, 

passing the spring-tide nfj y we have known | 
Eaek wave 9 that w« at nionai bsfronii 

A.md leave > ra - , at eve, tke bleal shore alone o 

e 9 er tell ici e I gl d i i e§ • era i ely atl 
IThe el se I Bmw Say, tke Balm eve of i ur 

e hack the wiM i - i y£©nmimg 

er elouds and her tears are worth Eveni i ? ligkt 















k wko would n t welcoaae tkat niomiieiit" : '5 returning, 
Wh& | -- . first wak'd anew life thro 9 Ms frame 9 
' ' ""■ ' - pren i us in hurni 

-■ t i s I love's exquisite fl.a 




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«Ut| $ teaiH ©f tkose days wkem first I sung tkee is o'er, 
Thy traimipk katk stain. 9 '! ike eka™ tky sorrows tkem wore % 
Amd ev'm off the light wkiek Hope once sked o'er tky ekains, 
Alas, mot a gleam to grace tky freedom remains c 

Say, is it that slavery smmk so 
Tkat still tke dark kramd is tk 
And Freedom's sweet f rait, for wkie 
fh N ©w, reaekibttg at last tky lip, to aske 

Up Liberty's steep ky TnatkamdEloqiiemceled, 
Witk eyes ©m ker temple fix d 9 kow proud was ' 
Ak 9 ketter tk©w ne'er kad'st lived tkat summit to gain, 
Or died im tke p©rek 9 tkaii tkuis diskomorar tke fam« 





> 'I all tiLe'&ii" nttomths , "Hurl rouimtl tk<E snaa 
I'mligkt=lim!l ' Lew eilreles ran, 

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For still, wkem tky earilo ea i uri.se, 
TThiarf rout ie Mat laki lies, 

r b! 3 I wf , r etniras tc ui e . 

i ageipimg inmil'c eves 

Tair Lakejtlkn iiVf learest to ir 
For wliem tine L n i si A p i i! - a _ i 
Tlky Naiads pi epare W L for kim " 

WTk© 'hrii I Lake, im thee = 

1 i - , Ha >■' Ever : . 

plumed i ieffs sea pg re, 
WM s st joy to 

WJk© still ! Lamed 

lori onus lake 1 »s 
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rlj lanm<ek 9 d,thy long mane 
Y/I Fair Steed, as wlite and free % 
-*ji .. And spirits, frorai all Ike lake's deep 
' 'Glide © 9 er tke lblme wave seattejrin 

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tke sweet deaths tkat anaidens (fie 

iieatk tk< 
M©st sweet that death will ke 
WThick,inuader tke nest May evening 9 § 1' 
Wken tkon ami tky steed are lest to sigki 
ear l©ve„Fli die £©y-4kee<, 



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©k, wkat womld kave keen yommg Beanty's 
"^ iihoiit a hard t© fix ker Ibloom.? 
Tkey tell us 9 in. the xaoon's h right rotund 9 
Tilings lost in this dark world are fomnd? 
So charms, on earth long pass 9 id ai 
In tli® poet's lay live oi.= 
Wonld ye have smiles tliat ne'er 'grow draa? 
5 ©ui 9 ve only to give the in all to Miudi 9 
Wk© , with Tbmt a tonek ©f Fancy's wand, 
Cam lend them life, this life "beyond, 
And fis. theim high, in Poesy's sky,= 
Yoning stars tliat never die I 

Tlien 9 welc©nie tlie Ibard where'er lie eomi.es,- 
For, though Ike matli eommtless airy ]i©mies 9 
To TrM. ck liis wing ex-emrsive roves, 
"Yet still 9 froni time to time, lie loves 
To light upon eartk and find srndk cheer 
As "brightens our "banquet kereo 
No matter k©w far, kow fleet lie flies, 
Y©n've ©mlv t© light mp kind yomng eyes, 
Suck signal -fires as kere are given, *= 

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iiiinmte smell call t© love or miirtk 
lainis he's wanting on earth! 



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T© Miglten £h<e gay 9 anil Id mile ilie i©vimg ? 
§n nl;? here, like plane! .? in Heaven, 

!By harmony's laws alone ata?e ep Tim' 
Beamty may boast of her eyes andhei' eiieek§ 9 

Bill I- r.ye from the lips Ms true archery wings % 
A.m.nl .rlLe., ^h© lb nt feathers lite ilart when -lie speal~- 

At once sends it home t<c the heart Trhen she sin \ i 
Them sing==,sing== Mmsit was given 9 



Bonis here 9 like plant - • :.l , 

Bt harm coitus la sai ae are kept 

"^lien Love, rod M by Ms m©th.ep 9 

LfiT sleeping : - i al '■ -lii'ui.bei' could make hun, 
,6 HnsM hn§h/ 9 said ^enns 9 46 n© ©ther 

wo ortky t« raku Him!' 
Pi earning i i mnsie he slnniiber'dtke wMle 

Till faint from his lij I nmeln fly bi 

And Ye nm., enchant ' 1 9 1 ; '' Lfh a si ilo 

i il p Love to Ms - set singing awe I i 

Then sing"=sii! - s given 9 

y To hrighten th.« | a - , and kindle the loving 
mis here , lil e planets in 





D liaclise, ILA- 



E E Becker 





J) came from a 
iiow © 9 er the western maim 
Set sail, in tike ir good skips, gallantly, 

From tike sninnyland of Spain » 
"Oik, where 5 § the Isle we've seem in dreams, 

45 ©rar destined honie ©r grave ? " ' 6 
Tinas srang tliey as, Tby tike miiorming's Ibeamis , 
Tlkev swept tike Atlantic wye. 



And, 1©, where afar © 9 er ©eeam shines 

A sparkle ©if radiant green, 
As though im that deep lay emerald mimes, 

^hose light thr© 9 the wave was seemu 

9 Tis Inmisfail— 9 tis Inmisfail I " " 
Rings © 9 er the eehoimg sea i 
Wljile,hemdimg t© heav'm, the warriors hail 

That hoinae ©f the hrave amd free- 

Them tmrm'd they mmt© the Eastern wave , 
'Where. m©w their lD)ay-<TJ©d 9 s eye 

Al©©k ©f smeksrammv ©mem gave 
As lighted rap sea amd sky. 




or fecwm was seem tltroiigli slky ©r sea 
PiJor tear o'er leaf on° §c S 9 
WJhem iirsl >Dm their Isle of ©estray 
Chia* gj-e.srf f'. a- ef MJkers tr« i 



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-rl I U U r in r-T-i.-\Ti[- "'i ■ ■■■i-Tji'lej- ('ii., 
iVm-dfeel tikat all tlie eiariu Is gome 
Wlii'PJh. Toices dear ami eyfc> belc'Yfcd 
■~j.ii.-i'! :i-i ■'■' ..'i '1 1 ".- ' i'ii t- ., ' ■' ; 1 1- j- 1- : ' fj- Tre j"c<Yed 
TJhi§ 9 this tike doomi nmmst "be 
■Off all who've loyed 9 and liyed to ?ee 
Tlie fe-vr lax-Li IL key tli-on ".'li't ^onlcl stay 

For ever near them!, 'die away<> 

Tin© 9 .!'■ bra ForiHs aimramims throrngg 

1 n smiles to utikers all belong. 
Aid want tLat eliaraia wMelk dwells alome 
©nmd tlkose tike found Hue art calls it.- i 







WTkere 9 where tike siimmy hr©' 
Tie long -known v©iee= 
Thws ask I still, n©r ask in 
Tike silence answers all 

©k,wliat is Fancy 9 

er art cannot ea. 

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From, lips mow BMite 9 and eyes now e©ld? 
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Those eyes themselves from out the 
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And in themselves a lustre hear, 
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Awakedhy mmsie's spell, stall rise 5 
For, marine so linked with, deathless song 

Partakes its charm, ami meter dies 1 
Ami ct'b wittim'the holy fame 9 

Whem mnrmsie wafts the sonilto heavem, 
©me 'thorn ght t© hiiai 9 whose earliest strain 
is echoed, there, shall long he givemo 



Bnit, where is mow the ckeerfral da^ 

The social might, whem, hy thy side, 
He, who mow weaves this 

His sldlless voice with thime alli« 
Amd suimi those somgs wh©se every t©me, 

WTkem hard amd maimstrel lomg have past 
Shall still, im sweetness all the I 

E mihalmi'd Tby famie, mmdyimg 

Yes, Erim, thime alom.e the fa mi 

Or, if thy hard have shared the erowm, 

From thee the howow'd gl©ry came, 
Amd at thy feet is mow laid dowm» 

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lis latest somg, amd still there h« 

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Yet pau.se=for, in faney, a still voice I hear, 

As if breathed from Ms brave heart's remains % — 
Faint eeh© of thai wMeh, in Slave ry 9 s ear, 

©nee sounded tike war-word, Bnrst y©nr chains !" 
And it cries, from, the grave where the her© lies dee] 
Th© 9 the day ©if yonr Chieftain for ever hath set, 
(D)h leave not his sword thms imglorions to sleep ,= 
66 It hath viet©ry 9 s life in it yet I ('.M, 

"Should some alien, nnwoirthy siichweapont© wield, 

'Bare to t©mchtkee,iimy own gallant sword, 
"Them rest In thy sheath,like a talisman seaFd, 

"(Or retnrn to the grave ©f thy ehainless l©rd» 
"But, if grasp 9 d by a hand that hath learm 9 d the pr©nd nse 

ss ©f a falchion, like thee, on the Tbattle -plain, — 
"Then, at Liberty's smninions, like lightning let l©©se 
Leap forth from thy dark sheath again I " 



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ADVERTISEMENT 



PREFIXED TO THE 



FIRST AND SECOND NUMBERS. 



Though the beauties of the National Music of Ireland 
have been very generally felt and acknowledged, yet it 
has happened, through the want of appropriate English 
words, and of the arrangement necessary to adapt them 
to the voice, that many of the most excellent compositions 
have hitherto remained in obscurity. It is intended, 
therefore, to form a Collection of the best Original Irish 
Melodies, with characteristic Symphonies and Accom- 
paniments ; and with "Words containing, as frequently as 
possible, allusions to the manners and history of the 
country. Sir John Stevenson has very kindly consented 
to undertake the arrangement of the Airs ; and the lovers 
of Simple National Music may rest secure, that in such 
tasteful hands, the native charms of the original melody 
will not be sacrificed to the ostentation of science. 



PREFATORY NOTICES. 

In the poetical Part, promises of assistance have been 
received from several distinguished Literary Characters ; 
particularly from Mr. Moore, whose lyrical talent is so 
peculiarly suited to such a task, and whose zeal in the 
undertaking will be best understood from the following 
Extract of a Letter which he has addressed to Sir John 
Stevenson on the subject : — 

I feel very anxious that a work of this kind should be 
undertaken. We have too long neglected the only talent 
for which our English neighbours ever deigned to allow 
us any credit. Our National Music has never been pro- 
perly collected*; and, while the composers of the Con- 
tinent have enriched their Operas and Sonatas with 
Melodies borrowed from Ireland — very often without 
even the honesty of acknowledgment — we have left these 
treasures, in a great degree, unclaimed and fugitive. 
Thus our Airs, like too many of our countrymen, have, 
for want of protection at home, passed into the service of 
foreigners. But we are come, I hope, to a better period 



* The writer forgot, when he made this assertion, that the public are 
indebted to Mr. Bunting for a very valuable collection of Irish Music ; 
and that the patriotic genius of Miss Owenson has been employed upon 
some of our finest airs. 



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of both Politics and Music ; and how much they are con- 
nected, in Ireland at least, appears too plainly in the tone 
of sorrow and depression which characterises most of our 
early Songs. 

The task which you propose to me, of adapting words 
to these airs, is by no means easy. The Poet, who would 
follow the various sentiments which they express, must 
feel and understand that rapid fluctuation of spirits, that 
unaccountable mixture of gloom and levity, which com- 
poses the character of my countrymen, and has deeply 
tinged their Music. Even in their liveliest strains we find 
some melancholy note intrude, — some minor Third or flat 
Seventh, — which throws its shade as it passes, and makes 
even mirth interesting. If Burns had been an Irishman 
(and I would willingly give up all our claims upon Ossian 
for him), his heart would have been proud of such music, 
and his genius would have made it immortal. 

Another difficulty (which is, however, purely mecha- 
nical) arises from the irregular structure of many of those 
airs, and the lawless kind of metre which it will in 
consequence be necessary to adapt to them. In these 
instances the Poet must write, not to the eye, but to the 
ear ; and must be content to have his verses of that 
description which Cicero mentions, " Quos si cantu spo- 



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liaveris nuda remanebit oratio." That beautiful Air, " The 
Twisting of the Rope," which has all the romantic cha- 
racter of the Swiss Ranz des Vaches, is one of those wild 
and sentimental rakes which it will not be very easy to tie 
down in sober wedlock with Poetry. However, notwith- 
standing all these difficulties, and the very little talent 
which I can bring to surmount them, the design appears 
to me so truly National, that I shall feel much pleasure 
in giving it all the assistance in my power. 

Leicestershire, Feb. 1807. 



ADVERTISEMENT 



THIRD NUMBER 



In presenting the Third Number of this work to the 
Public, the Publisher begs leave to offer his acknowledg- 
ments for the very liberal patronage with which it has 
been honoured ; and to express a hope that the unabated 



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zeal of those who have hitherto so admirably conducted 
it, will enable him to continue it through many future 
Numbers with equal spirit, variety, and taste. The stock 
of popular melodies is far from being exhausted ; and 
there is still in reserve an abundance of beautiful Airs, 
which call upon Mr. Moore, in the language he so well 
understands, to save them from the oblivion to which 
they are hastening. 



LETTER ON MUSIC, 



THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGAL. 

PREFIXED TO THE THIRD NUMBER. 

While the Publisher of these Melodies very properly 
inscribes them to the Nobility and Gentry of Ireland in 
general, 1 have much pleasure in selecting one from that 
number, to whom my share of the work is particularly 
dedicated. Though your Ladyship has been so long 
absent from Ireland, I know that you remember it well 



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and warmly — that you have not allowed the charm of 
English society, like the taste of the lotus, to produce 
oblivion of your country, but that even the humble tribute 
which I offer derives its chief claim upon your interest 
from the appeal Avhich it makes to your patriotism. In- 
deed, absence, however fatal to some affections of the 
heart, rather strengthens our love for the land where we 
were born ; and Ireland is the country, of all others, which 
an exile from it must remember with most enthusiasm. 
Those few darker and less amiable traits with which 
bigotry and misrule have stained her character, and which 
are too apt to disgust us upon a nearer intercourse, 
become softened at a distance, or altogether invisible ; 
and nothing is remembered but her virtues and her mis- 
fortunes — the zeal with which she has always loved 
liberty, and the barbarous policy which has always with- 
held it from her — the ease with which her generous 
spirit might be conciliated, and the cruel ingenuity which 
has been exerted to "wring her into undutifulness."* 

It has been often remarked, and oftener felt, that our 
music is the truest of all comments upon our history. 

* A phrase which occurs in a Letter from the Earl of Desmond to the 
Earl of Ormond, in Elizabeth's time, — Scrinia Sacra, as quoted by- 
Curry. 



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The tone of defiance, succeeded by the languor of despond- 
ency — a burst of turbulence dying away into softness — 
the sorrows of one moment lost in the levity of the next 
— and all that romantic mixture of mirth and sadnesSj 
which is naturally produced by the efforts of a lively 
temperament to shake off, or forget, the wrongs which lie 
upon it, — such are the features of our history and cha- 
racter, which we find strongly and faithfully reflected in 
our music ; and there are even many airs, which it is 
difficult to listen to, without recalling some period or 
event to which their expression seems applicable. Some- 
times, when the strain is open and spirited, yet shaded 
here and there by a mournful recollection, we can fancy 
that we behold the brave allies of Montrose*, marching 
to the aid of the royal cause, notwithstanding all the 
perfidy of Charles and his ministers, and remembering 
just enough of past sufferings to enhance the generosity 
of their present sacrifice. The plaintive melodies of 



* There are some gratifying accounts of the gallantry of these Irish 
auxiliaries in " The Complete History of the Wars in Scotland under 
Montrose" (1660). See particularly for the conduct of an Irishman at 
the battle of Aberdeen, chap. vi. p. 49.; and for a tribute to the bravery 
of Colonel O'Kyan, chap. vii. 55. Clarendon owns that the Marquis of 
Montrose was indebted for much of his miraculous success to the small 
band of Irish heroes under Macdonnell. 



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Carolan take us back to the times in which he lived, when 
our poor countrymen were driven to worship their God 
in caves, or to quit for ever the land of their birth — like 
the bird that abandons the nest which human touch has 
violated ; and in many a song do we hear the last farewell 
of the exile*, mingling sad regret for the ties he leaves 
at home, with sanguine expectations of the honours that 
await him abroad — such honours as were won on the 
field of Fontenoy, where the valour of Irish Catholics 
turned the fortune of the day, and extorted from George 
the Second that memorable exclamation, " Cursed be the 
laws which deprive me of such subjects ! " 

Though much has been said of the antiquity of our 
music, it is certain that our finest and most popular airs 



* The associations of the Hindu music, though more obvious and 
denned, were far less touching and characteristic. They divided their 
songs according to the seasons of the year, by which (says Sir William 
Jones) "they were able to recall the memory of autumnal merriment, at 
the close of the harvest, or of separation and melancholy during the cold 
months," &c. — Asiatic Transactions, vol. iii., on the Musical Modes of 
the Hindus. — What the Abbe du Bos says of the symphonies of Lully, 
may be asserted, with much more probability of our bold and impassioned 
airs — " elles auroient produit de ces effets, qui nous paroissent fabuleux 
dans le recit des anciens, si on les avoit fait entendre a des hommes d'un 
naturel aussi vif que les Atheniens." — Reflex, sur la Peinture, fyc. torn. i. 
sect. 45. 



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are modern; and perhaps we may look no further than 
the last disgraceful century for the origin of most of those 
wild and melancholy strains, which were at once the off- 
spring and solace of grief, and were applied to the mind 
as music was formerly to the body, " decantare loca do- 
lentia." Mr. Pinkerton is of opinion* that none of the 
Scotch popular airs are as old as the middle of the six- 
teenth century ; and though musical antiquaries refer us, 
for some of our melodies, to so early a period as the fifth 
century, I am persuaded that there are few, of a civilized 
description (and by this I mean to exclude all the savage 
Ceanans, Cries f, &c), which can claim quite so ancient a 
date as Mr. Pinkerton allows to the Scotch. But music is 
not the only subject upon which our taste for antiquity is 
rather unreasonably indulged; and, however heretical it 
may be to dissent from these romantic speculations, I 
cannot help thinking that it is possible to love our country 
very zealously, and to feel deeply interested in her honour 
and happiness, without believing that Irish was the lan- 
guage spoken in Paradise % ; that our ancestors were kind 

* Dissertation, prefixed to the 2d volume of his Scottish Ballads. 

f Of which some genuine specimens may be found at the end of 
Mr. Walker's Work upon the Irish bards. Mr. Bunting has disfigured 
his last splendid volume by too many of these barbarous rhapsodies. 

\ See Advertisement to the Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Dublin. 



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enough to take the trouble of polishing the Greeks*, or 
that Abaris, the Hyperborean, was a native of the North 
of Ireland, f 

By some of these archaeologists it has been imagined 
that the Irish were early acquainted with counter-point J; 
and they endeavour to support this conjecture by a well- 
known passage in Giraldus, where he dilates, with such 
elaborate praise, upon the beauties of our national min- 
strelsy. But the terms of this eulogy are too vague, too 
deficient in technical accuracy, to prove that even Giraldus 
himself knew anything of the artifice of counter- point. 
There are many expressions in the Greek and Latin writers 
which might be cited, with much more plausibility, to 
prove that they understood the arrangement of music in 

* O'Halloran, vol. i. part iv. chap. vii. 

f Id. ib. chap. vi. 

| It is also supposed, but with as little proof, that they understood the 
diesis, or enharmonic interval. — The Greeks seem to have formed their 
ears to this delicate gradation of sound ; and, whatever difficulties or 
objections may lie in the way of its practical use, we must agree with 
Mersenne (Preludes de l'Harmonie, quest. 7.), that the theory of Music 
would be imperfect without it ; and even in practice (as Tosi, among 
others, very justly remarks, Observations on Florid Song, chap. i. sect. 16.), 
there is no good performer on the violin who does not make a sensible 
difference between D sharp and E flat, though, from the imperfection of 
the instrument, they are the same notes upon the piano-forte. The effect 
of modulation by enharmonic transitions is also very striking and beautiful. 



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parts* ; yet I believe it is conceded in general by the 
learned, that, however grand and pathetic the melody of 
the ancients may have been, it was reserved for the in- 
genuity of modern Science to transmit the "light of 
Song " through the variegating prism of Harmony. 

Indeed, the irregular scale of the early Irish (in which, 
as in the music of Scotland, the interval of the fourth was 
wanting f,) must have furnished but wild and refractory 
subjects to the harmonist. It was only when the invention 

* The words TroixtXia and Lrepofioyia, in a passage of Plato, and 
some expressions of Cicero in Fragment., lib. ii. de Republ., induced the 
Abbe Fraguier to maintain that the ancients had a knowledge of counter- 
point. M. Burette, however, has answered him, I think, satisfactorily. 
(Examen d'un Passage de Platon, in the 3d vol. of Histoire de l'Acad.) 
M. Huet is of opinion (Pensees Diverses), that what Cicero says of the 
music of the spheres, in his dream of Scipio, is sufficient to prove an ac- 
quaintance with harmony ; but one of the strongest passages, which I 
recollect, in favour of the supposition, occurs in the Treatise attributed 
to Aristotle — Yltpi KntTfiov, Mov<ti/o; Se o^eig a/xa xat fjapeic, k. t. X. 

■j" Another lawless peculiarity of our music is the frequency of what 
composers call, consecutive fifths ; but this is an irregularity which can 
hardly be avoided by persons not very conversant with the rules of com- 
position ; indeed, if I may venture to cite my own wild attempts in this 
way, it is a fault whicli I find myself continually committing, and which 
has sometimes appeared so pleasing to my car, that I have surrendered it 
to the critic with no small reluctance. May there not be a little pedantry 
in adhering too rigidly to this rule? — I have been told that there are 
instances in Haydn, of an undisguised succession of fifths ; and Mr. 
Shield, in his Introduction to Harmony, seems to intimate that Handel 
has been sometimes guilty of the same irregularity. 



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of Guido began to be known, and the powers of the harp* 
were enlarged by additional strings, that our melodies 
took the sweet character which interests us at present ; 
and while the Scotch persevered in the old mutilation of 
the scale f, our music became gradually more amenable to 
the laws of harmony and counter-point. 



* A singular oversight occurs in an Essay upon the Irish Harp, by 
Mr. Beauford, which is inserted in the Appendix to Walker's Historical 
Memoirs: — "The Irish (says he) according to Bromton, in the reign of 
Henry II. had two kinds of Harps, ' Hibernici tamen in duobus musici 
generis instrumentis, quamvis prascipitem et velocem, suavem tamen et 
jucundum :' the one greatly bold and quick, the other soft and pleasing." 
— How a man of Mr. Beauford's learning could so mistake the meaning, 
and mutilate the grammatical construction of this extract, is unaccount- 
able. The following is the passage as I find it entire in Bromton ; and it 
requires but little Latin to perceive the injustice which has been done to 
the words of the old Chronicler: — "Et cum Scotia, hujus terra? filia, 
utatur lyra, tympano et choro, ac Wallia cithara, tubis et choro Hibernici 
tamen in duobus musici generis instrumentis, quamvis prcecipitem et 
velocem, suavem tamen etjucundam, crispatis modulis et intricatis notulis, 
efficiunt harmoniam," — Hist. Anglic. Script, page 1075. I should not 
have thought this error worth remarking, but that the compiler of the 
Dissertation on the Harp, prefixed to Mr. Bunting's last Work, has 
adopted it implicitly. 

f The Scotch lay claim to some of our best airs, but there are strong 
traits of difference between their melodies and ours. They had formerly 
the same passion for robbing us of our Saints, and the learned Dempster 
was for this offence called " The Saint Stealer." It was an Irishman, I 
suppose, who, by way of reprisal, stole Dempster's beautiful wife from him 
at Pisa. — See this anecdote in the Pinacotheca of Erythrasus, part i. p. 25. 



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In profiting, however, by the improvements of the 
moderns, our style still keeps its originality sacred from 
their refinements ; and though Carolan had frequent op- 
portunities of hearing the works of Germiniani and other 
masters, we but rarely find him sacrificing his native 
simplicity to the ambition of their ornaments, or affecta- 
tion of their science. In that curious composition, indeed, 
called his Concerto, it is evident that he laboured to imi- 
tate Corelli ; and this union of manners, so very dissimilar, 
produces the same kind of uneasy sensation which is felt 
at a mixture of different styles of architecture. In gene- 
ral, however, the artless flow of our music has preserved 
itself free from all tinge of foreign innovation*, and the 
chief corruptions of which we have to complain arise from 
the unskilful performance of our own itinerant musicians, 
from whom, too frequently, the airs are noted down, en- 



* Among other false refinements of the art, our music (with the ex- 
ception perhaps of the air called " Mamma, Mamma," and one or two 
more of the same ludicrous description,) has avoided that puerile mimicry 
of natural noises, motions, &c, which disgraces so often the works of even 
Handel himself. D'Alembert ought to have had better taste than to 
become the patron of this imitative affectation. — Discours Preliminaire 
de V Encyclopedic The reader may find some good remarks on the 
subject in Avison upon Musical Expression; a work which, though under 
the name of Avison, was written, it is said, by Dr. Brown. 



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cumbered by their tasteless decorations, and responsible 
for all their ignorant anomalies. Though it be sometimes 
impossible to trace the original strain, yet, in most of 
them, "auri per ramos aura refulget*," the pure gold of 
the melody shines through the ungraceful foliage which 
surrounds it — and the most delicate and difficult duty of 
a compiler is to endeavour, as much as possible, by re- 
trenching these inelegant superfluities, and collating the 
various methods of playing or singing each air, to restore 
the regularity of its form, and the chaste simplicity of its 
character. 

I must again observe, that in doubting the antiquity of 
our music, my scepticism extends but to those polished 
specimens of the art, which it is difficult to conceive an- 
terior to the dawn of modern improvement; and that 
I would by no means invalidate the claims of Ireland to 
as early a rank in the annals of minstrelsy, as the most 
zealous antiquary may be inclined to allow her. In addi- 
tion, indeed, to the power which music must always 
have possessed over the minds of a people so ardent and 
susceptible, the stimulus of persecution was not wanting 
to quicken our taste into enthusiasm ; the charms of song 

* Virgil, iEneid, lib. vi. verse 204. 



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were ennobled with the glories of martyrdom, and the 
acts against minstrels, in the reigns of Henry VIII. and 
Elizabeth, were as successful, I doubt not, in making my 
countrymen musicians, as the penal laws have been in 
keeping them Catholics. 

With respect to the verses which I have written for 
these Melodies, as they are intended rather to be sung 
than read, I can answer for their sound with somewhat 
more confidence than for their sense. Yet it would be 
affectation to deny that I have given much attention to 
the task, and that it is not through want of zeal or in- 
dustry, if 1 unfortunately disgrace the sweet airs of my 
country, by poetry altogether unworthy of their taste, 
their energy, and their tenderness. 

Though the humble nature of my contributions to this 
work may exempt them from the rigours of literary cri- 
ticism, it was not to be expected that those touches of 
political feeling, those tones of national complaint, in 
which the poetry sometimes sympathizes with the music, 
would be suffered to pass without censure or alarm. It has 
been accordingly said, that the tendency of this publication 
is mischievous*, and that I have chosen these airs but as 

* See Letters, under the signatures of Timaeus, &c, in the Morning 
Post, Pilot, and other papers. 



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a vehicle of dangerous politics — as fair and precious 
vessels (to borrow an image of St. Augustin*), from which 
the wine of error might be administered. To those who 
identify nationality with treason, and who see, in every 
effort for Ireland, a system of hostility towards England, 
— to those, too, who, nursed in the gloom of prejudice, 
are alarmed by the faintest gleam of liberality that 
threatens to disturb their darkness — like that Demophon 
of old, who, when the sun shone upon him, shivered f — 
to such men I shall not deign to offer an apology for the 
Avarmth of any political sentiment which may occur in the 
course of these pages. But as there are many, among the 
more wise and tolerant, who, with feeling enough to mourn 
over the wrongs of their country, and sense enough to 
perceive all the danger of not redressing them, may yet 
think that allusions in the least degree bold or inflam- 
matory should be avoided in a publication of this popular 
description — I beg of these respected persons to believe, 
that there is no one who deprecates more sincerely than I 
do, any appeal to the passions of an ignorant and angry 



* "Non accuso verba, quasi vasa electa atque pretiosa; sed vinum 
erroris quod cum eis nobis propinatur." — Lib. i. Confess, chap. 16. 

•j" This emblem of modern bigots was head-butler (rpcnreZoTroiog) to 
Alexander the Great. — Sext. Empir. Pyrrh. Hypoth. lib. i. 



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multitude ; but that it is not through that gross and in- 
flammable region of society a work of this nature could 
ever have been intended to circulate. It looks much 
higher for its audience and readers : it is found upon the 
piano-fortes of the rich and the educated — of those who 
can afford to have their national zeal a little stimulated, 
without exciting much dread of the excesses into which it 
may hurry them ; and of many whose nerves may be, 
now and then, alarmed with advantage, as much more is 
to be gained by their fears than could ever be expected 
from their justice. 

Having thus adverted to the principal objection which 
has been hitherto made to the poetical part of this work, 
allow me to add a few words in defence of my ingenious 
coadjutor, Sir John Stevenson, who has been accused of 
having spoiled the simplicity of the airs by the chromatic 
richness of his symphonies, and the elaborate variety of 
his harmonies. We might cite the example of the admir- 
able Haydn, who has sported through all the mazes of 
musical science, in his arrangement of the simplest Scottish 
melodies ; but it appears to me, that Sir John Stevenson 
has brought a national feeling to this task, which it would 
be in vain to expect from a foreigner, however tasteful or 
judicious. Through many of his own compositions we 



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trace a vein of Irish sentiment, which points him out as 
peculiarly suited to catch the spirit of his country's music; 
and, far from agreeing with those fastidious critics who 
think that his symphonies have nothing kindred with the 
airs which they introduce, I would say that, in general, 
they resemble those illuminated initials of old manuscripts, 
which are of the same character with the writing which 
follows, though more highly coloured and more curiously 
ornamented. 

In those airs, which are arranged for voices, his skill 
has particularly distinguished itself; and, though it cannot 
be denied that a single melody most naturally expresses 
the language of feeling and passion, yet often, when a 
favourite strain has been dismissed, as having lost its 
charm of novelty for the year, it returns, in a harmonised 
shape, with new claims upon our interest and attention ; 
and to those who study the delicate artifices of composition, 
the construction of the inner parts of these pieces must 
afford, I think, considerable satisfaction. Every voice has 
an air to itself, a flowing succession of notes, which might 
be heard with pleasure, independently of the rest — so 
artfully has the harmonist (if I may thus express it) 
gavelled the melody, distributing an equal portion of its 
sweetness to every part. 



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LETTER ON MUSIC. 

If your Ladyship's love of Music were not known to me, 
I should not have hazarded so long a letter upon the 
subject ; but as, probably, I may have presumed too far 
upon your partiality, the best revenge you can take is to 
write me just as long a letter upon Painting; and I 
promise to attend to your theory of the art, with a 
pleasure only surpassed by that which I have so often 
derived from your practice of it. — May the mind which 
such talents adorn continue calm as it is bright, and 
happy as it is virtuous ! 

Believe me, your Ladyship's 

Grateful Friend and Servant, 

Thomas Moore. 



ADVERTISEMENT 



FOURTH NUMBER 

This Number of the Melodies ought to have appeared 
much earlier ; and the writer of the words is ashamed to 
confess, that the delay of its publication must be imputed 
chiefly, if not entirely, to him. He finds it necessary to 



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make this avowal, not only for the purpose of removing 
all blame from the Publisher, but in consequence of a 
rumour which has been circulated industriously in Dublin, 
that the Irish Government had interfered to prevent the 
continuance of the Work. 

This would be, indeed, a revival of Henry the Eighth's 
enactments against Minstrels, and it is nattering to find 
that so much importance is attached to our compilation, 
even by such persons as the inventors of the report. 
Bishop Lowth, it is true, was of opinion, that one song, 
like the Hymn to Harmodius, would have done more 
towards rousing the spirit of the Romans than all the 
Philippics of Cicero. But we live in wiser and less 
musical times : ballads have long lost their revolutionary 
powers; and we question if even a " Lillibullero " would 
produce any very serious consequences at present. It is 
needless, therefore, to add, that there is no truth in the 
report ; and we trust that whatever belief it obtained was 
founded rather upon the character of the Government than 
of the Work. 

The Airs of the last Number, though full of originality 
and beauty, were, perhaps, in general, too curiously 
selected to become all at once as popular as, we think, 
they deserve to be. The Public are remarkably reserved 



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towards new acquaintances in music, which, perhaps, is 
one of the reasons why many modern composers introduce 
none but old friends to their notice. Indeed, it is natural 
that persons, who love music only by association, should 
be slow in feeling the charms of a new and strange 
melody ; while those, who have a quick sensibility for 
this enchanting art, will as naturally seek and enjoy 
novelty, because in every variety of strain they find a 
fresh combination of ideas ; and the sound has scarcely 
reached the ear, before the heart has rapidly translated 
it into sentiment. After all, however, it cannot be denied 
that the most popular of our National Airs are also the 
most beautiful ; and it has been our wish in the present 
Number, to select from those melodies only which have 
long been listened to and admired. The least known in 
the collection is the Air of " Love's Young Dream ; " but 
it is one of those easy, artless strangers, whose merit the 
heart acknowledges instantly. 

T.M. 

Bury Street, St. James's, 
Nov. 1811. 



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ADVERTISEMENT 



FIFTH NUMBER. 

It is but fair to those, who take an interest in this Work, 
to state that it is now very near its termination, and that 
the Sixth Number, which shall speedily appear, will, most 
probably, be the last of the series. Three volumes 
will then have been completed, according to the original 
plan, and the Proprietors desire me to say that a List 
of Subscribers will be published with the concluding 
Number. 

It is not so much from a want of materials, and still 
less from any abatement of zeal or industry, that we have 
adopted the resolution of bringing our task to a close ; 
but we feel so proud, for our country's sake and our own, 
of the interest which this purely Irish Work has excited, 
and so anxious lest a particle of that interest should be 
lost by any ill-judged protraction of its existence, that 
we think it wiser to take away the cup from the lip, while 
its flavour is yet, we trust, fresh and sweet, than to risk 



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any longer trial of the charm, or give so much as not to 
leave some wish for more. In speaking thus, I allude 
entirely to the Airs, which are, of course, the main 
attraction of these Volumes ; and though we have still 
many popular and delightful Melodies to produce*, yet 
it cannot be denied that we should soon experience some 
difficulty in equalling the richness and novelty of the 
earlier Numbers, for which, as we had the choice of all 
before us, we naturally selected only the most rare and 
beautiful. The Poetry, too, would be sure to sympathise 
with the decline of the Music ; and, however feebly my 
words have kept pace with the excellence of the Airs, they 
would follow their falling off, I fear, with wonderful 
alacrity. So that, altogether, both pride and prudence 
counsel us to stop, while the work is yet, we believe, 
flourishing and attractive, and in the imperial attitude 
" stantes mori" before we incur the charge either of 
altering for the worse, or what is equally unpardonable, 
continuing too long the same. 

* Among these is Savourna Deelish, which I have hitherto only 
withheld from the diffidence I feel in treading upon the same ground 
with Mr. Campbell, whose beautiful words to this fine Air have taken 
too strong possession of all ears and hearts, for me to think of producing 
any impression after him. I suppose, however, I must attempt it for 
the next Number. 



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We beg, however, to say, it is only in the event of our 
failing to find Airs as exquisite as most of those we have 
given, that we mean thus to anticipate the natural period 
of dissolution — like those Indians who put their relatives 
to death when they become feeble — and they who wish 
to retard this Euthanasia of the Irish Melodies, cannot 
better effect it than by contributing to our collection, not 
what are called curious Airs, for we have abundance of 
them, and they are, in general, only curious, but any real 
sweet and expressive Songs of our Country, which either 
chance or research may have brought into their hands. 

T. M. 

May field Cottage, Ashbourne, 
December, 1813. 



ADVERTISEMENT 



SIXTH NUMBER. 



In presenting this Sixth Number to the Public as our last, 
and bidding adieu to the Irish Harp for ever, we shall not 
answer very confidently for the strength of our resolution, 
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only one of those eternal farewells which a lover takes of 
his mistress occasionally. Our only motive, indeed, for 
discontinuing the Work was a fear that our treasures 
were nearly exhausted, and an unwillingness to descend 
to the gathering of mere seed-pearl, after the very valu- 
able gems it has been our lot to string together. The 
announcement, however, of this intention, in our Fifth 
Number, has excited a degree of anxiety in the lovers of 
Irish Music, not only pleasant and flattering, but highly 
useful to us; for the various contributions we have re- 
ceived in consequence have enriched our collection with so 
many choice and beautiful Airs, that if we keep to our 
resolution of publishing no more, it will certainly be an 
instance of forbearance and self-command, unexampled in 
the history of poets and musicians. To one Gentleman 
in particular, who has been many years resident in 
England, but who has not forgot, among his various 
pursuits, either the language or the melodies of his native 
country, we beg to offer our best thanks for the many 
interesting communications with which he has favoured 
us ; and we trust that he and our other friends will not 
relax in those efforts by which we have been so consider- 
ably assisted ; for, though the work must now be con- 
sidered as defunct, yet — as Reaumur, the naturalist, 



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found out the art of making the cicada sing after it was 
dead — it is not impossible that, some time or other, we 
may try a similar experiment upon the Irish Melodies. 

T. M. 

Mayfield Ashbourne, 
March, 1815. 



ADVERTISEMENT 



SEVENTH NUMBER. 

If I had consulted only my own judgment, this Work 
would not have extended beyond the Six Numbers already 
published ; which contain, perhaps, the flower of our 
national melodies, and have attained a rank in public 
favour, of which I would not willingly risk the forfeiture, 
by degenerating, in any way, from those merits that were 
its source. Whatever treasures of our music were still in 
reserve, (and it will be seen, I trust, that they are nu- 
merous and valuable,) I would gladly have left to future 
poets to glean, and, with the ritual words " tibi trado," 



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would have delivered up the torch into other hands, before 
it had lost much of its light in my own. But the call for 
a continuance of the work has been, as I understand from 
the Publisher, so general, and we have received so many- 
contributions of old and beautiful airs*, the suppression 
of which, for the enhancement of those we have published, 
would resemble too much the policy of the Dutch in 
burning their spices, that I have been persuaded, though 
not without considerable diffidence in my success, to com- 
mence a new series of the Irish Melodies. 

T. M. 



* One Gentleman, in particular, whose name I shall feel happy in 
being allowed to mention, has not only sent us nearly forty ancient airs, 
but has communicated many curious fragments of Irish poetry, and some 
interesting traditions current in the country where he resides, illustrated 
by sketches of the romantic scenery to which they refer ; all of which, 
though too late for the present Number, will be of infinite service to us 
in the prosecution of our task. 



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DEDICATION 



THE MARCHIONESS OF HEADFORT, 



PREFIXED TO 



THE TENTH NUMBER. 



It is with a pleasure, not unmixed with melancholy, that 
I dedicate the last Number of the Irish Melodies to your 
Ladyship ; nor can I have any doubt that the feelings 
with which you receive the tribute will be of the same 
mingled and saddened tone. To you, who though but 
little beyond the season of childhood, when the earlier 
numbers of this work appeared, lent the aid of your beau- 
tiful voice, and, even then, exquisite feeling for music, to 
the happy circle who met, to sing them together, under 
your father's roof, the gratification, whatever it may be, 
which this humble offering brings, cannot be otherwise 
than darkened by the mournful reflection, how many of 
the voices which then joined with ours are now silent in 
death ! 



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I am not without hope that, as far as regards the 
grace and spirit of the Melodies, you will find this closing 
portion of the work not unworthy of what has pre- 
ceded it. The Sixteen Airs, of which the Number and 
the Supplement consist, have been selected from the 
immense mass of Irish music which has been for years 
past accumulating in my hands ; and it was from a desire 
to include all that appeared most worthy of preservation, 
that the four supplementary songs which follow this Tenth 
Number have been added. 

Trusting that I may yet again, in rememberance of old 
times, hear our voices together in some of the harmonized 
airs of this Volume, I have the honour to subscribe 
myself, . 

Your Ladyship's faithful Friend and Servant, 

Thomas Moore. 

Sloperton Cottage, 
May, 1834. 



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Note 1. page 7. 

One chord from that harp or one lock from that hair. 

" In the twenty-eighth year of the reign of Henry VIII. an Act was 
made respecting the habits, and dress in general, of the Irish, whereby 
all persons were restrained from being shorn or shaven above the ears, 
or from wearing Glibbes, or Coulins (long locks), on their heads, or hair 
on their upper lip, called Crommeal. On this occasion a song was 
written by one of our bards, in which an Irish virgin is made to give the 
preference to her dear Coulin (or the youth with the flowing locks) to 
all strangers (by which the English were meant), or those who wore their 
habits. Of this song the air alone has reached us, and is universally 
admired." — Walker's Historical Memoirs of Irish Bards, p. 134. 
Mr. Walker informs us, also, that about the same period there were some 
harsh measures taken against the Irish Minstrels. 

Note 2. page 8. 

REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE. 

Brien Borombe, the great Monarch of Ireland, who was killed at the 
battle of Clontarf, in the beginning of the 11th century, after having 
defeated the Danes in twenty-five engagements. 






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Note 3. page 8. 
The? lost to Mononia and cold in the grave. 
Munster. 



Note 4. page 8. 
He returns to Kinkora no more I 
The palace of Brien. 

Note 5. page 10. 
Forget not our wounded companions, who stood. 

This alludes to an interesting circumstance related of the Dalgais, the 
favourite troops of Brien, when they were interrupted in their return 
from the battle of Clonlarf, by Fitzpatrick, prince of Ossory. The 
wounded men entreated that they might be allowed to fight with the 
rest. — " Let stakes (they said) be stuck in the ground, and suffer each 
of us, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to be placed in his 
rank by the side of a sound man." " Between seven and eight hundred 
wounded men (adds O'Halloran), pale, emaciated, and supported in this 
manner, appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops; — never was 
such another sight exhibited." — History of Ireland, Book XII. Chap. i. 



Note 6. page 11. 
In times of old through Amhon's shade. 
Solis Fons, near the Temple of Ammon. 



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NOTES. 
Note 7. page 16. 

THE MEETING OF THE "WATERS. 

" The Meeting of the Waters " forms a part of that beautiful scenery 
which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow, in the county of Wicklow ; 
and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot, in the 
summer of the year 1807. 



Note 8. page 16. 
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet. 

The rivers Avon and Avoca. 



Note 9. page 19. 

RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE. 

This ballad is founded upon the following anecdote : — "The people 
were inspired with such a spirit of honour, virtue, and religion, by the 
great example of Brien, and by his excellent administration, that, as a 
proof of it, we are informed that a young lady of great beauty, adorned 
with jewels and a costly dress, undertook a journey alone, from one end 
of the kingdom to the other, with a wand only in her hand, at the top of 
which was a ring of exceeding great value ; and such an impression had the 
laws and government of this monarch made on the minds of all the people, 
that no attempt was made upon her honour, nor was she robbed of her 
clothes or jewels." — Warner'* History of Ireland, Vol. I. Book x. 



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Note 10. page 21. 
We're fallen upon gloomy days. 

I have endeavoured here, without losing that Irish character which 
it is my object to preserve throughout this work, to allude to the sad 
and ominous fatality, by which England has been deprived of so many 
great and good men, at a moment when she most requires all the aids of 
talent and integrity. 

Note 11. page 22. 
Thou, of the Hundred Fights ! 

This designation, which has been applied to Lokd Nelson before, is 
the title given to a celebrated Irish Hero, in a Poem by O'Guive, the 
bard of O'Neil, which is quoted in the " Philosophical Survey of the 
South of Ireland," p. 433. " Con, of the hundred Fights, sleep in thy 
grass-grown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories!" 

Note 12. page 22. 
Truth, peace, and freedom hung I 
Fox, " Romanorum ultimus." 



Note 13. page 25. 
Where weary travellers love to call. 

" In every house was one or two harps, free to all travellers, who 
were the more caressed the more they excelled in music." — O'Halloran. 



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NOTES. 
Note 14. page 29. 

ST. SENANUS. 

In a metrical life of St. Senanus, which is taken from an old Kilkenny 
MS., and may be found among the Acta Sanctorum Hibernice, we are 
told of his flight to the Island of Scattery, and his resolution not to admit 
any woman of the party ; he refused to receive even a sister saint, St. 
Cannera, whom an angel had taken to the island for the express purpose 
of introducing her to him. The following was the ungracious answer of 
Senanus, according to his poetical biographer : — 

Cui PrcESul, quid fceminis 
Commune est cum monachis ? 
Nee te nee ullam aliam 
Admittemus in insulam. 
See the Acta Sanct. Hib. p. 610. 

According to Dr. Ledwich, St. Senanus was no less a personage than 
the river Shannon ; but O'Connor and other antiquarians deny the 
metamorphose indignantly. 

Note 15. page 38. 
When Malachi wore the collar of gold. 

" This brought on an encounter between Malachi (the Monarch of 
Ireland in the tenth century) and the Danes, in which Malachi defeated 
two of their champions, whom he encountered successively, hand to hand, 
taking a collar of gold from the neck of one, and carrying off the sword 
of the other, as trophies of his victory." — Wakner's History of Ireland, 
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Note 16. page 38. 
Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger. 
" Military orders of knights were very early established in Ireland ; 
long before the birth of Christ we find an hereditary order of Chivalry 
in Ulster called Curaidhe na Craiobhe ruadh, or the Knights of the 
Red-Branch, from their chief seat in Emania, adjoining to the palace of 
the Ulster kings, called Teagh na Craiobhe ruadh, or the Academy of 
the Red-Branch ; and contiguous to which was a large hospital, founded 
for the sick knights and soldiers, called Bronbhearg, or the House of the 
Sorrowful Soldier." — O'Halloran's Introduction, fyc, Part I. Chap. v. 

Note 17. page 38. 
For the long-faded glories they cover. 

It was an old tradition, in the time of Giraldus, that Lough Neagh 
had been originally a fountain, by whose sudden overflowing the country 
was inundated, and a whole region, like the Atlantis of Plato, over- 
whelmed. He says that the fishermen, in clear weather, used to point 
out to strangers the tall ecclesiastical towers under the water. Piscatores 
aquce illius turres ecclesiasticas, quae more patriae arctce sunt et altce, 
necnon et rotundce, sub undis manifeste sereno tempore conspiciunt, et 
extraneis transeuntibus, reique causas admirantibus, frequenter ostendunt. 
— Topogk. Hib., Dist. ii. c. 9. 

Note 18. page 39. 

THE SONG OF FIONNUALA. 

To make this story intelligible in a song would require a much greater 
number of verses than any one is authorised to inflict upon an audience 



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at once ; the reader must therefore be content to learn, in a note, that 
Fionnuala, the daughter of Lir, was, by some supernatural power, trans- 
formed into a swan, and condemned to wander for many hundred years, 
over certain lakes and rivers in Ireland, till the coming of Christianity, 
when the first sound of the mass-bell was to be the signal of her release. 
— I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from 
the Irish, which were begun under the direction of that enlightened 
friend of Ireland, the late Countess of Moira. 

Note 19. page 43. 
Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane. 

The inextinguishable fire of St. Bridget, at Kildare, which Giraldus 
mentions, " Apud Kildariam occurrit Ignis Sanctae Brigidas, quem in- 
extinguibilem vocant ; non quod extingui non possit, sed quod tarn 
solicite moniales et sanctae mulieres ignem, suppetente materia, fovent 
et nutriunt, ut a tempore virginis per tot annorum curricula semper 
mansit inextinctus." — Girald. Camb. de Mirabil. Hibern,, Dist. ii. 
c. 34. 

Note 20. page 44. 
And daylight and liberty bless the young flower. 

Mrs. H. Tighe, in her exquisite lines on the lily, has applied this 
image to a still more important object. 

Note 21. page 45. 

oh! blame not the bard. 

"We may suppose this apology to have been uttered by one of those 

wandering bards, whom Spenser so severely, and perhaps truly, describes 

in his " State of Ireland," and whose poems, he tells us, "were sprinkled 



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with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which have good grace 
and comeliness unto them, the which it is great pity to see abused to the 
gracing of wickedness and vice, which, with good usage, would serve to 
adorn and beautify virtue." 

Note 22. page 45. 
Might have bent a proud bow to the warrior's dart. 
It is conjectured, by Wormius, that the name of Ireland is derived from 
Yr, the Runic for a bow, in the use of which weapon the Irish were once 
very expert. This derivation is certainly more creditable to us than the 
following : " So that Ireland (called the land of Ire, from the constant 
broils therein for 400 years) was now become the land of concord." 
— Llotd's State Worthies, art. The Lord Grandison. 

Note 23. page 46. 
Like the wreath of Hakmodius, should cover his sword. 

See the Hymn, attributed to Alcasus, Ev fivprov Kkali to £i<poQ tpoprjaw 
— "I will carry my sword, hidden in myrtles, like Harmodius and 
Aristogiton," &c. 

Note 24. page 50. 
Which near our planet smiling came. 

" Of such celestial bodies as are visible, the sun excepted, the single 
moon, as despicable as it is in comparison to most of the others, is much 
more beneficial than they all put together." — Whiston's Theory, tyc. 

In the Entretiens d'Ariste, among other ingenious emblems, we find 
a starry sky without a moon, with these words, Non mille, quod absens. 



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Note 25. page 51. 
The brook can see no moon but this. 

This image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs 
somewhere in Sir "William Jones's works : " The moon looks upon many 
night-flowers, the night-flower sees but one moon." 

Note 26. page 52. 

A butterfly fresh from the night-flower's kisses. 

An emblem of the soul. 

Note 27. page 55. 
May we pledge that horn in triumph round ! 

" The Irish Corna was not entirely devoted to martial purposes. In 
the heroic ages our ancestors quaffed Meadh out of them, as the Danish 
hunters do their beverage at this day." — Walker. 

Note 28. page 58. 

THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS. 

Meaning, allegorically, the ancient church of Ireland. 

Note 29. page 59. 
Where shineth thy spirit, there liberty shineth too ! 

" Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." — St. Paul, 2 Cor. 
iii. 17. 



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Note 30. page 63. 
The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long. 

In that rebellious but beautiful song, " When Erin first rose," there is, 
if I recollect right, the following line : — 

" The dark chain of Silence was thrown o'er the deep." 

The Chain cf Silence was a sort of practical figure of rhetoric among 
the ancient Irish. Walker tells us of a celebrated contention for pre- 
cedence between Finn and Gaul, near Finn's palace at Almhaim, where 
the attending bards, anxious, if possible, to produce a cessation of hos- 
tilities, shook the Chain of Silence, and flung themselves among the 
ranks." See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morni, in Miss Brooke's 
Reliques of Irish Poetry. 

Note 31. page 66. 

THE PRINCE'S DAY. 

This song was written for a fete in honour of the Prince of Wales's 
birthday, given by my friend, Major Bryan, at his seat in the county of 
Kilkenny. 

Note 32. page 71. 

BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE. 

This ballad is founded upon one of the many stories related of St. 
Kevin, whose bed in the rock is to be seen at Glendalough, a most gloomy 
and romantic spot in the county of Wicklow. 

Note 33. page 71. 
Sky-lark never warbles o'er. 

There are many other curious traditions concerning this Lake, which 
may be found in Giraldus, Colgan, &c. 



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Note 34. page 74. 

IT IS NOT THE TEAK AT THIS MOMENT SHED. 

These lines were occasioned by the loss of a very near and dear relative, 
who died lately at Madeira. 

Note 35. page 76. 
Than to remember thee, Mart! 

I have here made a feeble effort to imitate that exquisite inscription of 
Shenstone's, " Heu ! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui 
meminisse ! " 

Note 36. page 78. 
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword o/'Erin. 

The words of this song were suggested by the very ancient Irisb story 
called " Deirdri, or the Lamentable Fate of the Sons of Usnach," which 
has been translated literally from the Gaelic, by Mr. O'Flanagan (see 
Vol. I. of Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Dublin), and upon which 
it appears that the " Darthula of Macpherson " is founded. The treachery 
of Conor, King of Ulster, in putting to death the three sons of Osna, 
was the cause of a desolating war against Ulster, which terminated in 
the destruction of Eman. " This story (says Mr. O'Flanagan) has been, 
from time immemorial, held in high repute as one of the three tragic 
stories of the Irish. These are, ' The death of the children of Touran ; ' 
' The death of the children of Lear ' (both regarding Tuatha de Danans) ; 
and this, ' The death of the children of Usnach,' which is a Milesian story." 
It will be recollected that, in the Second Number of these Melodies, 
there is a ballad upon the story of the children of Lear or Lir ; " Silent, 
oh Movie ! " &c. 



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Whatever may be thought of those sanguine claims to antiquity, which 
Mr. O'Flanagan and others advance for the literature of Ireland, it would 
be a very lasting reproach upon our nationality, if the Gaelic researches 
of this gentleman did not meet with all the liberal encouragement they 
merit. 

Note 37. page 78. 
By the red cloud that hung over Conor's dark dwelling. 

" Oh Nasi ! view that cloud that I here see in the sky ! I see over 
Eman-green a chilling cloud of blood-tinged-red." — Deidris Song. 

Note 38. page 78. 
When Ulad's three champions lay sleeping in gore. 

Ulster. 

Note 39. page 83. 
I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the kingdom of souls. 

" There are countries," says Montaigne, " where they believe the 
souls of the happy live in all manner of liberty, in delightful fields ; and 
that it is those souls, repeating the words we utter which we call Echo." 

Note 40. page 84. 
Through Morna's grove. 

" Steals silently to Morna's grove." 
See a translation from the Irish, in Mr. Bunting's collection, by John 
Brown, one of my earliest college companions and friends ; whose death 
was as singularly melancholy and unfortunate as his life had been amiable, 
honourable, and exemplary. 



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Note 41. page 87. 
And neglected his task for the flowers on the way. 

Proposito florem prsetulit officio. — Propert. Lib. i. Eleg 20. 

Note 42. page 88. 
A triple grass. 

St. Patrick is said to have made use of that species of the trefoil, to 
which in Ireland we give the name of Shamrock, in explaining the 
doctrine of the Trinity to the Pagan Irish. I do not know if there be 
any other reason for our adoption of this plant as a national emblem. 
Hope, among the Ancients, was sometimes represented as a beautiful 
child, standing upon tip-toes, and a trefoil, or three-coloured grass, in her 
hand. 

Note 43. page 91. 

PRINCE OP BREFFNl. 

These stanzas are founded upon an event of most melancholy im- 
portance to Ireland ; if, as we are told by our Irish historians, it gave 
England the first opportunity of profiting by our divisions and subduing 
us. The following are the circumstances, as related by O'Halloran : — 
" The king of Leinster had long conceived a violent affection for Dear- 
bhorgil, daughter to the king of Meath, and though she had been for 
some time married to O'Euark, prince of Breffni, yet it could not restrain 
his passion. They carried on a private correspondence, and she informed 
him that O'Euark intended soon to go on a pilgrimage (an act of piety 
frequent in those days), and conjured him to embrace that opportunity of 
conveying her from a husband she detested to a lover she adored. Mac 
Murchad too punctually obeyed the summons, and had the lady conveyed 



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to his capital of Ferns." — The monarch Roderick espoused the cause of 
O'Ruark, while Mac Murchad fled to England, and obtained the assist- 
ance of Henry II. 

" Such," adds Giraldus Cambrensis (as I find him in an old translation), 
"is the variable and fickle nature of woman, by whom all mischief in the 
world (for the most part) do happen and come, as may appear by Marcus 
Antonius, and by the destruction of Troy." 

Note 44. page 93. 

YOU REMEMBER ELLEN. 

This ballad was suggested by a well-known and interesting story told 
of a certain noble family in England. 

Note 45. page 101. 
We've but to make love to the lips we are near. 
I beheve it is Marmontel who says, " Quand on n'a pas ce que Von 
aime, il faut aimer ce que Von a." — There are so many matter-of-fact 
people, who take such^'ewx aVesprit as this defence of inconstancy to be 
the actual and genuine sentiments of him who writes them, that they 
compel one, in self-defence, to be as matter-of-fact as themselves, and to 
remind them, that Democritus was not the worse physiologist for having 
playfully contended that snow was black ; nor Erasmus in any degree 
the less wise for having written an ingenious encomium of Folly. 

Note 46. page 112. 
Been like our Lagenian mine. 

Our Wicklow gold-mines, to which this verse alludes, deserve, I fear, 
but too well the character here given of them. 



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NOTES. 

Note 47. page 112. 
Has Hope, like the bird in the story. 

" The bird, having got his prize, settled not far off, with the talisman 
in his mouth. The prince drew near it, hoping it would drop it ; 
but as he approached, the bird took wing, and settled again," &c. — 
Arabian Nights — Story of Kummir al Zummaun and the Princess of 
China. 



Note 48. page 120. 
Like him the Sprite. 

This alludes to a kind of Irish fairy, which is to be met with, they 
say, in the fields at dusk ; — as long as you keep your eyes upon him, he 
is fixed, and in your power ; but the moment you look away (and he is 
ingenious in furnishing some inducement) he vanishes. I had thought 
that this was the sprite which we call the Leprechaun ; but a high 
authority upon such subjects, Lady Morgan (in a note upon her national 
and interesting novel, O'Donnel), has given a very different account of 
that goblin. 



Note 49. page 131. 
At once, like a Sun-burst, her banner unfurVd. 

"The Sun-burst" was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irish to 
the royal banner. 



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IEISH MELODIES. 

Note 50. page 136. 
'Mid desolation tuneful still ! 

"Dimidio magic® resonant ubi Memnone chordae." — Juvenal. 

Note 51. page 148. 

Tho the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing them. 

" Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs." — Pluralite des Mondes. 

Note 52. page 149. 
And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you. 

" La Terre pourra etre pour Venus l'etoile du berger et la mere des 
amours, comme Venus Test pour nous." — Ibid. 

Note 53. page 157. 
Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling. 

These verses were written after the perusal of a treatise by Mr. 
Hamilton, professing to prove that the Irish were originally Jews. 

Note 54. page 157. 
And "while it is day yet, her sun hath gone down" 

"Her sun is gone down while it was yet day." — Jer. xv. 9. 

Note 55. page 158. 
Ah, well may we call her like thee, " the Forsaken" 

"Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken." — Isaiah, Ixii. 4. 



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NOTES. 

Note 56. page 158. 
When that cup, which for others the proud Golden City. 

"How hath the oppressor ceased! the golden city ceased!" — Isaiah, 
xiv. 11. 

Note 57. page 158. 
And, a ruin, at last, for the earth-worm to cover. 

" Thy pomp is brought down to the grave and the worms cover 

thee." — Isaiah, xiv. 4. 

Note 58. page 158. 
The Lady of Kingdoms lay low in the dust. 

"Thou shalt no more be called the Lady of Kingdoms." — Isaiah, 
xlvii. 5. 

Note 59. page 161. 
Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give. 

Paul Zealand mentions that there is a mountain in some part of 
Ireland, where the ghosts of persons who have died in foreign lands walk 
about and converse with those they meet, like living people. If asked 
why they do not return to their homes, they say they are obliged to go 
to Mount Hecla, and disappear immediately. 

Note 60. page 169. 
/ wish I was by that dim Lake. 

These verses are meant to allude to that ancient haunt of superstition, 
called Patrick's Purgatory. " In the midst of these gloomy regions of 



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IRISH MELODIES. 

Donegal (says Dr. Campbell) lay a lake, which was to become the mystic 
theatre of this fabled aad intermediate state. In the lake were several 
islands ; but one of them was dignified with that called the Mouth of 
Purgatory, which, during the dark ages, attracted the notice of all Chris- 
tendom, and was the resort of penitents and pilgrims from almost every 
country in Europe." 

" It was," as the same writer tells us, " one of the most dismal and 
dreary spots in the North, almost inaccessible, through deep glens and 
rugged mountains, frightful with impending rocks, and the hollow mur- 
murs of the western winds in dark caverns, peopled only with such fan- 
tastic beings as the mind, however gay, is, from strange association, wont 
to appropriate to such gloomy scenes." — Strictures on the Ecclesiastical 
and Literary History of Ireland. 

Note 61. page 175. 

'twas one of those dreams, that bt music are brought. 

Written during a visit to Lord Kenmare, at Killarney. 

Note 62. page 178. 

He hath been won down by them. 

In describing the Skeligs (islands of the Barony of Forth), Dr. Keating 

says, " There is a certain attractive virtue in the soil which draws down 

all the birds that attempt to fly over it, and obliges them to light upon 

the rock." 

Note 63. page 178. 
Lakes, where the pearl lies hid. 

" Nennius, a British writer of the ninth century, mentions the abun- 
dance of pearls in Ireland. Their princes, he says, hung them behind 



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NOTES. 



their ears; and this we find confirmed by a present made, A. C. 1094, by 
Gilbert, Bishop of Limerick, to Anselm, Archbishop of Canterbury, of a 
considerable quantity of Irish pearls." — O'Halloran. 



Note 64. page 178. 
Glens, where Ocean comes. 



Glengariff. 



Note 65. page 180. 
And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once more. 

Jours charmans, quand je songe a vos heureux instans, 
Je pense remonter le fleuve de mes ans ; 
Et mon coeur enchante sur sa rive fleurie 
Kespire encore l'air pur du matin de la vie. 



Note 66. page 180. 
Is all we enjoy of each other in this. 

The same thought has been happily expressed by my friend Mr. Wash- 
ington Irving, in his Bracebridge Hall, Vol. I. p. 213. The pleasure 
Avhich I feel in calling this gentleman my friend, is much enhanced by 
the reflection that he is too good an American to have admitted me so 
readily to such a distinction, if he had not known that my feelings towards 
the great and free country that gave him birth have long been such as 
every real lover of the liberty and happiness of the human race must 
entertain. 



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IRISH MELODIES. 

Note 67. page 182. 
And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost! 

It is only the two first verses that are either fitted or intended to be 
sung. 

Note 68. page 185. 
Desmond's song. 

" Thomas, the heir of the Desmond family, had accidentally been so en- 
gaged in the chase, that he was benighted near Tralee, and obliged to take 
shelter at the Abbey of Feal, in the house of one of his dependents, called 
Mac Cormac. Catherine, a beautiful daughter of his host, instantly in- 
spired the Earl with a violent passion, which he could not subdue. He 
married her, and by this inferior alliance alienated his followers, whose 
brutal pride regarded this indulgence of his love as an unpardonable de- 
gradation of his family." — Leland, Vol. II. 

Note 69. page 187. 
Like him, the boy, who born among. 

The God of Silence, thus pictured by the Egyptians. 

Note 70. page 193. 
As from a farting spirit, came. 

The thought here was suggested by some beautiful lines in Mr. Rogers's 
Poem of Human Life, beginning — 

" Now in the glimmering, dying light she grows 
Less and less earthly." 



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NOTES. 

I would quote the entire passage, but that I fear to put my own 
humble imitation of it out of countenance. 



Note 71. page 197. 
The ivine-cup is circling in Almhins hall. 
The palace of Fin Mac-Cumhal (the Fingal of Macpherson) in Leinster. 
It was built on the top of the hill, which has retained from thence the 
name of the Hill of Allen, in the County of Kildare. The Finians, or 
Fenii, were the celebrated National Militia of Ireland, which this chief 
commanded. The introductiou of the Danes in the above song is an 
anachronism common to most of the Finian and Ossianic legends. 



Note 72. page 198. 
And the Sun-burst o'er them floated wide. 

The name given to the banner of the Irish. 



Note 73. page 203. 
Thy Naiads prepare his steed for him. 

The particulars of the tradition respecting O'Donohue and his White 
Horse may be found in Mr. Weld's Account of Killarney, or more fully 
detailed in Derrick's Letters. For many years after his death, the spirit 
of this hero is supposed to have been seen on the morning of May-day, 
gliding over the lake on his favourite white horse, to the sound of sweet 
unearthly music, and preceded by groups of youths and maidens, who 
flung wreaths of delicate spring-flowers in his path. 



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IRISH MELODIES. 

Among other stories connected with this Legend of the Lakes, it is 
said that there was a young and beautiful girl, whose imagination was so 
impressed with the idea of this visionary chieftain, that she fancied 
herself in love with him, and at last, in a fit of insanity, on a May- 
morning, threw herself into the lake. 



Note 74. page 204. 
When newly launcKd, thy long mane curls. 
The boatmen at Killarney call those waves which come ou a windy 
day, ci'ested with foam, " O'Donohue's white horses." 



Note 75. page 209. 
Was like that rock of the Druid race. 

The Eocking Stones of the Druids, some of which no force is able to 
dislodge from their stations. 



Note 76. page 210. 
" Our destined home or grave ? " 
"Milesius remembered the remarkable prediction of the principal 
Druid, who foretold that the posterity of Gadelus should obtain the pos- 
session of a Western Island (which was Ireland), and there inhabit." — 
Keating. 



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Note 77. page 210. 
" ' Tis Innisfail — 'tis Innisfail ! " 
The Island of Destiny, one of the ancient names of Ireland. 



Note 78. page 213. 
Which dreaming poets sing. 

" The inhabitants of Arranmore are still persuaded that, in a clear day, 
they can see from this coast Hy Brysail, or the Enchanted Island, the 
Paradise of the Pagan Irish, and concerning winch they relate a number 
of romantic stories." — Beaufort's Ancient Topography of Ireland. 



Note 79. page 215. 

SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS. 

It is hardly necessary, perhaps, to inform the reader, that these lines 
are meant as a tribute of sincere friendship to the memory of an old and 
valued colleague in this work, Sir John Stevenson. 



Note 80. page 217. 
Lay his sword by his side — it hath serv'd him too well. 

It was the custom of the ancient Irish, in the manner of the Scythians, 
to bury the favourite swords of their heroes along with them. 



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INDEX. 



PAGE 

Alone in crowds to wander on 211 

And doth not a meeting like this make amends 179 

As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow 18 

As slow our ship her foamy track 137 

As vanquish'd Erin wept beside 190 

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 83 

Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin 78 

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 36 

By that Lake, whose gloomy shore 71 

By the Feal's wave benighted 185 

By the hope within us springing 54 

Come o'er the sea 113 

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer 133 

Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief 40 

Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee 63 



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INDEX. 

PAGE 

Down in the valley come meet me to-night 162 

Drink of this cup ; — you'll find there's a spell in 159 

Drink to her who long 47 

Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes 5 

Fairest! put on awhile 177 

Farewell! — but whenever you welcome the hour 103 

Fill the bumper fair 122 

Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour 11 

Forget not the field where they perish'd 134 

From this hour the pledge is given 196 

Go where Glory waits thee 1 

Has sorrow thy young days shaded Ill 

Here we dwell, in holiest bowers 76 

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies 22 

How oft has the Benshee cried 21 

How sweet the answer Echo makes 165 

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me 107 

If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air 153 

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown 1 39 

In yonder valley there dwelt, alone 188 

I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining 199 

I saw thy form in youthful prime 75 

I wish I was by that dim Lake 169 

It is not the tear at this moment shed 74 

I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here 187 



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INDEX. 

PAGE 

Lay his sword by his side — it hath serv'd him too well 217 

Lesbia hath a beaming eye 68 

Let Erin remember the days of old 38 

Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane 43 

My gentle Harp, once more I waken 135 

Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns 81 

Ne'er ask the hour — what is it to us 151 

Night clos'd around the conqueror's way 56 

No, not more welcome the fairy numbers 125 

Of all the fair months, that round the sun 203 

Oh! Arranmore, lov'd Arranmore 212 

Oh banquet not in those shining bowers 164 

Oh! blame not the bard, if he flies to the bowers 45 

Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade 6 

Oh! could we do with this world of ours 214 

Oh! doubt me not — the season 105 

Oh for the swords of former time 155 

Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own 57 

Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle 29 

Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright 64 

Oh, the sight entrancing 173 

Oh! think not my spirits are always as light 14 

Oh, ye Dead ! oh, ye Dead ! whom we know by the light you give 161 

Oh! weep for the hour 34 



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INDEX. 

PAGE 

Oh! where's the slave so lowly 118 

One bumper at parting! — tho' many 109 

Quick! we have but a second 168 

Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave 8 

Remember thee; yes, while there's life in this heart 4 

Rich and rare were the gems she wore 19 

Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark... 156 

Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave 182 

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps 80 

She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre 193 

Silence is in our festal halls 215 

Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water 39 

Sing — sing — Music was given 206 

Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me 191 

Strike the gay harp ! see the moon is on high 194 

Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke 41 

Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well 171 

Take back the virgin page 27 

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 166 

The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er 200 

The harp that once through Tara's halls 13 

The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone 99 

The time I've lost in wooing 119 

The valley lay smiling before me 91 



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INDEX. 

PAGE 

The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall 197 

The young May moon is beaming, love 84 

There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing 208 

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 16 

They came from a land beyond the sea 210 

They know not my heart, who believe there can be 128 

They may rail at this life — from the hour I began it 1 48 

This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes 86 

Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them 66 

Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see 7 

Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee 126 

Through Erin's isle 88 

Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way 58 

'Tis believ'd that this Harp, which I wake now for thee 60 

'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking 131 

'Tis sweet to think, that where'er we rove 101 

'Tis the last rose of summer 95 

To Ladies' eyes around, boy 143 

To-morrow, comrade, we 201 

'Twas one of those dreams, that by music are brought 175 

"We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast 31 

Weep on, weep on, your hour is past 61 

What life like that of the bard can be 205 

What the bee is to the floweret 79 

When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved 141 

When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow 52 



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INDEX. 

PAGE 

When first I met thee, warm and young 115 

When he, who adores thee, has left but the name 23 

When in death I shall calmly recline 24 

When thro' life unblest we rove 97 

Whene'er I see those smiling eyes 154 

While gazing on the moon's light 50 

While History's Muse the memorial was keeping 129 

Wreath the bowl 145 

Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling 157 

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride 93 



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